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The state people enter when they start defending HRH Prince Harry with their life. In this mode, Prince Harry can do no wrong, he can shoot a puppy and it will be totally fine to the subject who has entered the Saint Harry mode.
People in Saint Harry mode will never admit that HRH is capable of making mistakes. They are convinced he has never made a mistake, will never make a mistake, and will blame anything that looks like a mistake on others, who deliberately did something to make Prince Harry look bad.
Often confused with people who are merely defending Prince Harry, while remaining reasonable and being able to admit that he is a human being who makes mistakes and isn't perfect.
Woah this blog is on Saint Harry mode.
Ugh I hate it when the Saint Harryers come talk shit on anon.
Okay maybe it wasn't his fault but now you're just in Saint Harry mode, stop.
Sarcastic term for da "worshipingly placing on a lofty pedestal" way dat a naive youngster views any indulgent adult who is always forthcoming wif da shiny "Jefferson discs" whenever said pint-sized requests dem to buy gum/candy, a ride on a mechanical horse, etc.
While it is certainly true dat having a "Saint Nickelas" in a youngster's family or social circle of grownups may indeed seem wonderful and pleasurable to said small child, such easy-to-come-by monetary indulgence can lead to a lack of financial awareness/savvy, false sense of entitlement, laziness, etc. If da child's parents are not overly forthcoming wif said resources themselves, it is probably because they are trying to teach their offspring dat "money doesn't grow on trees", and thus honestly-acquired funds must be earned through honest labor and/or prudent investing, not merely be begged for; having someone else be a ready source of loose change will only undermine said spartan parents' teachings.
And this weekend is double xp weekend for half-Asian women!
Hym "Patron Saint of Woman-Harm! Yeah! Total throwback! Man, it's been ages."
Once on a time, as poets sing
High tales with fancy laden,
Born of a very noble king
There lived a wondrous maiden.
An only child, her kinsfolk boon,
So fair, imagination faints;
As though amidst the stars the moon,
Or Mary amidst the saints.
From 'neath the castle's dark retreat,
Her silent way she wended
Each evening to the window-seat
Where Lucifer attended.
And secretly, with never fail,
She watched his double race,
Where vessels drew their pathless trail
Across the ocean's face.
And as intent she drank his light,
Desire was quickly there;
While he who saw her every night
Soon fell in love with her.
And sitting thus with rested head,
Her elbows on the sill,
Her heart by youthful fancy led
Did with deep longing fill.
While he, a brilliant shining spark,
Glowed always yet more clear
Towards the castle tall and dark
Where she would soon appear.
Until one night with shower of rays
He slips into her room,
As though a strange and silver haze
Did round about her loom.
And when at last the child to rest
Upon her sofa lies,
He lays her arms across her breast
And closes her soft eyes.
While where his ray on mirror lands
And is upon her couch red rifted,
It falls upon her throat and hands
And on her face uplifted.
A smile is on her lips it seems;
He in the mirror trembles,
For smooth his ray glides midst her dreams
And round her soul assembles.
And while she is in slumber gone
She murmurs through her sighs:
Never mind!
M.E
The Saint Who Fell
A private school in Southborough, MA.
Known for Hockey, Juuls and it’s hate for Groton.
Occasionally something will happen there, but people will forget about it 2 weeks later.
Kid 1: You know that School in Southborough?
Kid 2: Saint Marks?
Kid 1: That’s the one!
Kid 2: What about it?
Kid 1: Some kid cut down a tree during exam week and wasn’t asked back.
Kid 2: Dope!
Kid 1: Yussurie, that’s Saint Marks School for ya.
A catholic high school in fond du lac full of snobby rich kids who plays in low divisions and recruits kids from west bend and Milwaukee so they can say their sports teams are good when they’re no better than campbellsport or mayville. Any parent with a brain who cares about their child will rather have them go to campbellsport and become a hick rather than send their kid to springs.
Person1: “Did you actually send your child to Saint Mary’s Springs?”
Person2: “Yes.”
Person1: “Wow you must really hate your kid.”
A less known gang named The Saints which represent the color dark purple/midnight purple. They are mostly known for usually being hispanic or black. As well as for cruel actions and gore.
Did you see the purple saints walk by !! It looks like they just came for a shootout!