Trying to recall where and when you spent all your money normally when that said money is needed. Occurs because of bad spending habits and fucking awesome party nights.
"Dude, I'm so bad with money! It just disappears."
"You might have spending amnesia. I remember you lost at beer pong then hit the pubs with those trannys.'"
Used to describe music made by the saxophone because it's so damn sexy.
Person A: That sax solo at the end of Midnight City gets me every time. It's so saxy!
Person B: I see what you did there.
Person A lvl up 100pts
The insane dancing associated with electro gigs. Dancers either mimic the movements of the DJs or do their own thing, normally the latter one. Doing your own thing consists of seizure like movements coupled with jumping.
People have been known to suffer broken toes and occasional kidney punches from such an activity.
Two people holding onto each other while dancing at a gig.
Person 1: Hang on! The break in the song is coming!
Person 2: Oh man!
Person 1: Watch out for this guy in the white shirt, his electro moshing is going to knock us out!
Post-party depression and the laziness associated with it. Rotting activities include eating McDonalds in the car and remaining in the car for an additional half an hour while parked outside your house. Physical symptoms include large designer bags beneath your eyes.
Person A: "I don't think I'm going to make tonight."
Person B: "Why?"
Person A: "I'm rotting. Can't you smell last night on me? Fuck this, I'm going home."
You miss one class or lecture because you don't feel like it or it's at an inconvenient time for you. Then you start skipping all the classes related to that subject and eventually you're bunking important lessons.
It's the so called bunking train because you hop on the train at the station and it starts to pick up speed. No one ever tells you that it's headed to Failure City.
"Haha, sounds like you're on the bunking train."
"I know, I skipped stats and now I don't want to go to maths. I'm fucked, oh well."
The designated dave/driver is the person assigned to transport a group of drunk friends to and from a party. It's considered a shitty job because:
a) You're sober
b) You have to deal with drunk people while you're sober
'Designated Dick' exists because any Tom, Dick or Harry can be chosen to fulfill the role and being chosen or being 'forced to volunteer' feels like an unwelcomed blap to the forehead.
(Friends sitting in a room together)
Person A: So who's all going to the rave on Friday?
Person B: Me, like fuck!
Person C: Me
Person D: Me, I'm going to get so wasted.
Person E: Me
(Everyone turns to Person E)
Person A: Isn't it your turn to be designated dick?
That comfy couch that invites you to lie over it like a bag of potatoes. In fact, you would look better dead rather than lying on it.
Watching Charlie on the coma couch.
Person A: "If Charlie dead?"
Person B: "No, just hogging the coma couch."