When you overhear a lonely beaver playing jazz saxophone in the forest and you approach him, only to discover that he wants you to massage his grundle and smoke a fat wooly.
Generally a sign of good fortune in Icelandic lore.
Aiyo, I caught a sneedge on the flip feezy fo sho!
when dat sneeze get u on the edge π«π«π«
Damn bro my nose is a lil freakster π« fr it canβt stop sneedging me π«