A place where nothing makes sense.
Where the shitty people work hard.
Where un brazo runs with a correct form.
Where everything that happens is John's fault.
Guam: Look! The shitty people are actually running!
QuieroFumar: HOLY SHIT! We're in the John Zone! Damn you John!
John: Son of a bitch!
The #1 answer to all the questions.
John: Hey, what did we do in class yesterday?
John: Bitch! Don't lie to me!
Best country in the world.
Brasil: Dude, Brasil is like the nation of the Gods. If heaven existed on Earth, it would be located in Brasil.
Brasil: Man, Brasil owns guam, corea, u.s., armenia, japan, israel, africa, and specially argentina. These places don't even deserve to have the first letter of their names capitalized.
Guam: *QQs like Un Brazo
HyunGyum: *Same as guam*
ArmoHater: *Same as HyunGyum*
Woo: *Same as ArmoHater*
John: *Goes back to work at my diamond mine*
Nigger Boy John
Term first given by Martin Luther King, Jr. in his work "Letter From a Birmingham Jail"
King explains that in his time, blacks were often called "Nigger" as their first name, "Boy" as their middle name, and "John" as their last name. Hence, NBJ.
Brasil: Hey, there goes a black kid with the name John. He fits perfectly for the term NBJ.
ArmoHater: You're right! Hey, NBJ! NBJ!
John: *runs away crying like un brazo*
The #2 answer to all the questions.
ArmoHater: Hey, what are we going to do after school?
Brasil: RF, with John in the middle.
ArmoHater: Filling my head with lies!
Brasil: I FUCKING SAVED YOUR ENVELOPE!!
One of the mythical beasts of xcountry/track.
He was known for his unique running form, where he would run with one arm swinging regularly and the other arm dangling as he ran. Thus, the name Un Brazo was born.
He was also known for his very slow pace. He was often the last person to finish a race and would get outrageous times, like 30 minutes on a 3-mile race.
No one knows his real name. He just mysteriously appeared in one xcountry season and disappeared during track season, leaving behind the great impact that he had in our lives.
This is the Legend of the Un Brazo.
Brasil: Dude, do you remember Un Brazo? That nigga was so slow I could beat him running on my arms.
ArmoHater: OMG, Un Brazo! I just wanna get his head and beat him with the locker door!
John: You need to calm down.
ArmoHater: No regrets!
Brasil: Haters Club!
John: Wow, I don't know you guys anymore.
Brasil: Kudo and Guam, you guys can't join.
ArmoHater: Yeah, you guys gotta become more like haters.
A disease which makes the host tell constant bullshits.
If a person starts saying loads of bullshit, then that person has most likely gotten bullshitosis.
Brasil: Hey, I think I'm in front of your house. I don't know which number it is exactly though. Open the door.
John: Naw. My dad is here. You have to go back.
Brasil: LIES! Hurry up and open the door.
John: Just knock on the door. Is the apartment #22.
Brasil: BS!! I know that it is 21. It seems that you have gotten bullshitosis. Damn, I told you to stay away from those shady hookers from that alley.