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Negan is a guy that claims to be a bad ass but needs everyone else to make him look good. He gets people to do his dirty work, then shows up whistling a tune without realizing that he does not actually have any friends. He’s so bad ass, that he hides from vegetarians and eats nothing but canned tuna and mixed nuts.
Everyone: “let’s order a salad.”
Negan: “I’ll go hide in this tent for 30 days.”
Hard headed and sometimes mean, you want turtlehank on your team. He has a talent for getting banned from chats and setting things in fire, but is even better at trolling.
Death player: I thought I was safe until hank showed up, then I was turtlehanked.
Negan: oh man that sucks, I’ll put in a 3 day bubble.
When you play the game of thrones you live or you die. This is true for all unless they have a good conquest hoe. A conquest hoe will kill every mythical forest creature you ask just for sexual favors in return. A conquest hoe also has a master’s degree in discord use so make sure you’re nice to your conquest hoe or you will be forever doomed.
Joe: “there’s bears everywhere, so annoying.”
Jim: “my conquest hoe took care of that for me, and we had sex.”
Joe: “is your conquest hoe also named Jim?”
A verb. To veler someone is to lovingly destroy. Some would say it is when someone wakes from a deep slumber with a fiery soul, ready to make enemies forget that denny’s grand slam used to cost only $1.99 as their pants are pulled down to expose dirty underpants.
Stan: “was that guy crying?”
John: “yeah he was velered this morning”
Stan: “veler is a badass.”
There’s fires, camp fires and Trafires. Trafires wears dominating pants of power and sets fires with her words. Nobody is safe unless she has fresh wine in her cups served by half-obedient manservants dressed in togas. She prefers them to not be eunuchs.
Somebody get trafires some wine before we meet our doom.
It’s like when a bushes burn and shit. You see it and know it should not be there, and you’re like “shit, why’s this omen here? Am I about to die or is this a good omen?” Then you take a sip of wine and stare at the glory of the gods and goddesses sending omens your way.
Random: “I saw an omen yesterday?”
Bob: “what like a bird in the sky?”
Random: “yeah, and it pooped on my right after my car was stolen.”
Bob: “damn bro, you should’ve threw up some bubbles.”
When your boy looks at you with a smile that seems to be a happy and warm smile, but you later learn he is plotting to raid your cabinets and steal your cookies.
He smiled as I left for work, but I came home and 21 packs of Oreos were gone. It was a deceived smile.