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"Bouncer boasted that."
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To gloat or brag about something
He was boasting about his fly girlfriend.
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Someone attempting to hide their dumbassness by repeatedly lauding their one and only (generally small) victory to their friends or a random crowd of strangers, depending on who is handy.
Ted: I slept with Rebecca Stillworth and it was freaking amazing! We did it like eight times and I think I made her cum twice that cuz I'm so talented. Seriously, she even told me that they should make a statue of my penis.
James: I wish Ted would stop boasting about that.
Kevin: I know right? It happened like ten years ago.
Steve: You'd think he'd have something else to talk about by now.
Kyle: Dumbass.
*They all nod in agreement, except Ted who continues with his boasting, oblivious to his friends' disgruntlement*
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To brag about something; to show off.
The girls in school like to boast about being popular.
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Comes from the combination of the words "bonus" and "toast." Legend says the word was first uttered at the discovery of an unexpected extra piece of toast. Today, it is commonly used as 1) an exclamation of excitement; 2) as an adjective toward the cause of the unexpected emotion; or 3) as a direct noun, Bonus Toast.
1. "Wait, Obama is president? You mean we finally got a black man as president? Boast!"
2. "That shit was boast when the guest performer came onstage."
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Burnt toast, to boast is to burn your toast or be presented with burnt toast by another.
Dude: Hey man thats some burnt toast
Brian Badonde: BOOOO Boast!!!
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Noun. In jailhouse vernacular a boast is a form of yard poetry that is developed to brag about a renown pimp, hustla or playa's deeds. Yard poetry is the origin of modern rap. Inmates had no musical accompaniment yet music became an essential form of entertainment for inmates trying to get through their bid.
Here is a classic boast, replete with examples of jailhouse vernacular, entitled:
"Cipher's Boast"
Of myself, I freely admit, besides some small shit I ain't got no game
But I once knew this sly hustlin, fly dressin motherfucker who'd built himself quite a name
As quiet as its kept you may not know of the longshoe of the century
So let me deal out the holecard and put you wise to his pedigree
Cipher, from the street he attained kingpin status through concentration and kilos and pimpin hoes with big asses
He wore vines displaying taste well ahead of his time
And sharkskin kicks, bustin hoes in the ass who refused to turn tricks
But he always dealt solid to those in his flock and as much as it may come as a shock
He only layed out lames who tried to lay him two ways
You know some Lames just can't take the weight, but like a stone cold noble he did his bid and went straight!
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