The desire that successful dieters have to lord their weight loss over the less privileged
Yo, man, stop shaming Brucie with your dumb weight privilege. We get it, you lost weight, and now you think you can be a dick about it. Damn weight–privileged attitude!
Like stage fright, only with standardized tests. One who suffers from Standardized Test Fright fears going into the testing room, having other students stare at them, and Musk Oxen.
To prep for his SAT & ACT tests, Allan perfected first his mind, then his body, utilizing every trick he could find to rid himself of his Standardized Test Fright and assume his rightful place, as the Chosen One.
Peeps who NORMALLY have your back but BLOW YOU OFF the one time you need them most...like maybe you need someone to stop you from marrying antibiotic-resistant chlamydia...but these CuntFuckingTwatHeads ghosted on you instead!
I miss Larivee so much...he was so much more considerate, caring & kind than this bunch of CuntFuckingTwatHeads.
Such beautiful fucklamode on Willoughby—I am in looove with his designer!
When something loud happens in an office with an "open floor plan" and everyone's heads pops up over their cubicle dividers to see what's going on, like a bunch of prairie dogs.
Did you guys see when John suddenly dropped that whole tray of coffees and everyone was prairie dogging like mad to see what was going on?
I have generally good feelings towards your future well-being!
See ya later! Goodbye! Peace in the crease!
Acronym for "No Thank You Required." When you want people to stop JAMMING up the INTERNETS with stupid texts that just say "THX" when they could just as easily NOT sent ANYTHING and everything in the WORLD would be exactly the SAME. Except without that one stupid unnecessary text message.
Hey, I cleaned your room, polished your hardwood floors, sent out all the wedding invitations, and killed seven of the men on that list I found entitled "top rivals." NTYR.