A man who has evolved beyond the need for some woman
to validate his existence and has a desire for the finer things in life, such as self reliance, marijuana
or fine Jamaican rum
Tom: Chase! Dude, I asked her to marry me and she said yes!
Chase: Yeah, alright. *starts packing a bong*
Tom: Dude, what the heck? I just told you she said yes!
Chase: Yeah, I heard you. Good job on finding a parasite for your weed and freedom.
Tom: Damn, you're such a bitterman...
Chase: Thanks, now can you get the rum out? *lights the bowl*
That feeling you get with your girl at a rave when even though the music is pulsating and there are people everywhere, the only person you can both see is each other. Then the music intensifies, colours of lights and glowsticks start to melt together as you take her hand, she scoots in close, your hearts beat together to the music. Every step seems to be the first one, but also the 1000th, until finally your lips touch and a new universe fills the void between the two, and you're the only inhabitants.
*Chase and Lora start dancing close to the pulse of music*
Chase: Where did every one go? *stares only at Lora*
Lora: *blushing* who cares? Its like I'm alone with you..
*the two kiss, and go on dancing away, until everyone really does leave*
1. That feeling you get when you take every illegal drug in your house (normally marijuana
), as well as all the good booze, invite a small amount of your drug buddies over, boom loud, pulsing house or techno music and not stopping until the stash is gone. The resulting jam and tomfoolery
that occurs creates an irresistible mood to dance like a fool with said friends.
Tom: Well, she divorced me, Chase. Thanks for lettin me stay here.
Chase: No probs, dude. Hey, got any booze? I'm out.
Tom: Just a few bottles of Rum and a Guinness six-pack. Why?
Chase: Fuck yeah, bro! I got an ounce of strawberry kush. Call the up the boys and lets get this disco started.
1. A vital living component that men purchase with hard earned money. To be enjoyed with other hard working people, not women who think they're entitled to free booze or pot because they have a hole between their legs.
Chase: *starts hitting a bong*
Random woman: Nice! You have weed! Nice bong... Can I get a hit?
Chase: Got any drugs of your own?
Random woman: Well no... But I have a vagina, that should be ok, right? *batters eyelashes*
Chase: Well I can't smoke that. Fuck off. You ain't smokin my weed till you bring something to contribute, bitch.
s that use a weak appearance with less muscle mass to lure prey (men), and latch onto them with their vaginas. Once connected they inject a fluid called pleasure along with a venom known as guilt trips that keep their victim paralyzed yet hopelessly bamboozled as they proceed to drain precious money, time and marijuana from them.
Christine: Hold on, I have to go check my phone.
Chase: Wait, hold on. Pay your half of the check first.
Christine: What? I thought this was a date.
Chase: Yeah, you damn parasite. But that doesn't mean that I have to pay for EVERYTHING. You fucking tapeworm...
Christine: *puts $8 on the table* Damn then, here.*Walks away*
Chase: Damn women, thinking I'll always fall for that bullshit..