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John "Why are you here?" Carl "And how did you find this?" John "Hey! That was my line!" Carl "No, that was my line!"
John "No, MINE!" Carl "NO, MINE! John "GIMME THAT SCRIPT!" Carl "NO!" cartoon fight sound effects
John "Wait.. "Iwritedefinitions.webp" wrote that script for you and me, and we don't know who is supposed to say, "How did you get here?" So it's his fault!" Carl} " Yeah, you're right, let's get him!" John & Carl "GET OVER HERE!"
Iwritedefinitions.webp "uhoh."
Carl Rivera is the coolest man, he does anything you ask and he will do it within 24 hrs. Like I told him to fly me out of ukraine and he booked me a private jet to new zealand. such a cool boy
People: Carl save me!
Carl: dont worry
The ULTIMATE Capper. He’s not someone you want to associate with. He never listens, is more stubborn than the most stubborn person you know.
He makes the worst plays in any game he plays, and above all, he is 100% convinced he’s good at everything he does. That’s why he’s the ULTIMATE CAPPER.
Damn, that haircut Carl gave me? I swear I lost braincells.
Military word used to indicate the typical fuck up that gets the entire platoon in trouble because of his stupidity. He is usually the reason for those 3 hour long safety briefings.
pfc 1: Bro why the fuck is sgt maj still talking? We've been in here for two hours already!
pfc 2: I know man, Carl really fucked up by falling into that active volcano while on patrol. We should fucking haze him...
Like its counterpart, Carl is meant to represent the stereotypical name associated with rude, obnoxious and insufferable middle aged white men.
Carl thinks that the world is supposed to revolve around how he feels. His entitled attitude will leave you beyond speechless. They are usually older white men who might drive a minivan and makes up for his loss of testosterone by taking his anger out on random people.
Someone who never buys a pint, always moans about their bad shoulder, has a shitty neighbour and always complains their darts slip out their hands
Carls lingering at the bar again
He doesn't kill people. That is his least favorite thing to do.
Paul: What happened to his hands?
Carl: His what?
Paul: His hands. Why are they missing?
Carl: Well, I ... I kinda've cooked them up and ate them.
Paul: ... Caaarl.
