Subject G.A.Y., also known as 'Flynn,' is a member of an extraterrestrial species that is currently being investigated by Astroscience Labs. Mental and physical tests are being held to determine this creature's standing in the animal kingdom and how it adapts to Earth. Description; homosexual, approximately 250lbs, 4"11, 24IQ. Its most distinctive feature is its weight, height and IQ. If you see a creature that matches this description, please contact Astroscience Labs.
Timmy asks, "what is Subject G.A.Y.?"
"A creature part of an alien species currently being experimented on! You can call it Flynn for short. Isn't that interesting?"
"A creature part of an alien species currently being experimented on! You can call it Flynn for short. Isn't that interesting?"
by Astroscientist March 21, 2022
A game played with the traditional board game "guess who" but with slightly different rules. The only difference is that all questions must be subjective in nature. There should be no way to be 100% sure if you are elimating the correct people or not. No one ever really wins, but it is really fun.
Sample questions:
"Is, or has your person ever been, a librarian?"
"Is your person racist?"
"Is your person a member of a wine-of-the-month club?"
"Does your person own multiple cats?"
Examples of questions not allowed in subjective guess who:
"Does your person have a mustache?"
"Does your person have long hair?"
"Is, or has your person ever been, a librarian?"
"Is your person racist?"
"Is your person a member of a wine-of-the-month club?"
"Does your person own multiple cats?"
Examples of questions not allowed in subjective guess who:
"Does your person have a mustache?"
"Does your person have long hair?"
by adamfromurbana July 1, 2006
by King K. Incineroar August 22, 2010
Thirteen years I was locked away
A life thrown under the wheel.
As each day passed, I never looked back
Just a beat down body with a mind intact
Counting days inside my head
Set the trap, stab my back, then walk away
Framed and judged, left behind to take the blame
Slam the door, cut the cord, and cast aside
I don't care what it takes, you're fucking dead!
I never used to be so full of hate
It just grew and grew by the hour and day
Dreams of death, cold revenge
Now any means justifies the end
All of my thoughts set to kill
I'm never gonna stop
Until I have your head
No matter how long whatever will come
To end your life is my reason to live
I'll haunt and hunt you down
Traitor of the brotherhood
Defect and run a once and future failure gone
A trail of schizophrenic lies follow your forgotten steps
As fake laughter hides the serpent tongue behind your breath
Veracity expelled, you thrive on your deceit
Lying comes with ease just like your all-consuming greed
The stroke of midnight passed, the penance hour nears
Each nerve alive with fear, an omen of your ending coming fast
Subjected to a beating
I'll choke the life out from your eyes
A life thrown under the wheel.
As each day passed, I never looked back
Just a beat down body with a mind intact
Counting days inside my head
Set the trap, stab my back, then walk away
Framed and judged, left behind to take the blame
Slam the door, cut the cord, and cast aside
I don't care what it takes, you're fucking dead!
I never used to be so full of hate
It just grew and grew by the hour and day
Dreams of death, cold revenge
Now any means justifies the end
All of my thoughts set to kill
I'm never gonna stop
Until I have your head
No matter how long whatever will come
To end your life is my reason to live
I'll haunt and hunt you down
Traitor of the brotherhood
Defect and run a once and future failure gone
A trail of schizophrenic lies follow your forgotten steps
As fake laughter hides the serpent tongue behind your breath
Veracity expelled, you thrive on your deceit
Lying comes with ease just like your all-consuming greed
The stroke of midnight passed, the penance hour nears
Each nerve alive with fear, an omen of your ending coming fast
Subjected to a beating
I'll choke the life out from your eyes
Subjected to a beating
Only when you're dead can I be free
And God won't hear you fucking scream
Cold blooded homicide is what it takes to be sure
To put my fist to your face and spill your guts out on the floor
Like a thousand red stabs of pain, for each day I was locked away
You'll taste every ounce of blood as it pours out from what used to be your head
No redemption
No regrets
No excuses
Only death
Execution so long coming, finally attained
Gasping out, last words uttered, only were my name
Pure revenge, all consuming, perfectly arranged
Satisfaction, pure elation, nothing else remains
But one less fucking human on the Earth
Only when you're dead can I be free
And God won't hear you fucking scream
Cold blooded homicide is what it takes to be sure
To put my fist to your face and spill your guts out on the floor
Like a thousand red stabs of pain, for each day I was locked away
You'll taste every ounce of blood as it pours out from what used to be your head
No redemption
No regrets
No excuses
Only death
Execution so long coming, finally attained
Gasping out, last words uttered, only were my name
Pure revenge, all consuming, perfectly arranged
Satisfaction, pure elation, nothing else remains
But one less fucking human on the Earth
by Death Menace September 22, 2022
Metaphenomenon in which each object appears as a new object at each and every instant.
Conscious aesthetic.
Conscious aesthetic.
Self-subject image says the object you observed in the last instance (instant) is not the same object you are looking at in THIS instance (instant).
by metawave March 15, 2019
1) Someone hired as a domain expert who clearly knows less about the topic then you, or that you have failed to realize that the actual domain is "charging the customer as much as possible". 2) An unbearably obnoxious and condescending SME.
by BostonGhost July 16, 2017
Using email to text message by composing the email entirely in the subject line thereby bypassing the body of the email.
Dude Mike is always subject line emailing me and never responds to my replies since he is too cool to use the body of an email. Why doesn't he just text me?
by unklephester May 27, 2011