A molten slag taking it to the next level. Most likely to suck your tounge and will happily partake in getting woodpeckered (see woodpecker).
Will destroy as many men and women as possible in one night.
Mate look at that molten taking it to the next level. She's volcanic!
To get hammered drunk; as in drinking O.G. Four-Loko and Red Bull and Vodka. Also known as 'getting front-row'; where the aforementioned front-row does not refer to a specific concert or theatrical presentation, but as in a more general sense in life - alcohol permitting.
Individual 1: Dude, we're getting baker acted tonight.
Individual 2: Why do you say that?
Individual 1: (Presents O.G. Four-Loko in addition to the Red Bull and Vodka purchased previously)
Individual 2: Oh, shit. Yea we're getting front-row.
Individual 1: Hammered drunk.
Taking it to the next level when screwing with somebody's head. Taking everything you know about the person and throwing it back in their face on so many different levels that it depresses and fucks with the targets head enough to make them never want to speak to not just you again, but anybody else that witnessed the mental beating. Eventually sending the target into a to a child-like temper tantrum ending in them overdosing on over the counter sleep medication while holding their teddy.
(In a group of people) Target - "hey i'm doug, that's god spelled backwards with a little of u mixed in the middle -hehehe" Attacker - "doug you're such a douche, who will never get pussy, especially with your bitch tits and walking like you've just been fucked in the ass again by your father. Who by the way just got done blowing me to pay for your lunch money" Audience - "haha doug you just got mind fucked"
Blogging 4. Blogging 4 actually skips two levels, 2 and 3, and takes blogging so far into the future that no one can really keep up. Upon experiencing blogging 4 you will probably shit yourself at some point. Hey, when you take things to the next level, skipping levels in the process, well, things happen and some of it is not so cool. But what is cool is Blogging 4. So put your crash helmet on and get ready.
Blogging 4: (example blog, Grooming Tips)more...
Here is the dilemma. What is the best: Super, Great or a Master? After taking the challenge, Wexley has deduced that being a hair “Master” is actually far superior to having a “Super” cut -which is actually much better than having a “Great” clip. What makes the Master of hair better is the free shampoo and scalp massage. One Wexley tester actually almost fell asleep while soaking in the warm water and gentle touch of the hair “Master”.
Of course, it makes sense that Super is much better than just Great anyhow, but given the speedy, “get you in and out without actually giving a shit about you or your hair” service can only leave you at the “Great” level. Also if you look into history, anything super, like Superpowers, Super heroes, Super markets are much better than anything just great, like Great ____, see there, that’s the problem.
In summary, if you want the best cut go to Hair Masters. They are the Masters and your hair will be happy.
Taking it to the next level, like when getting geared up for a show or a party. Often involves caffeine or loud music, possible alcohol or stimulants of less savory nature.
Refers to the lag caused by a turbocharger getting up to speed in an engine, you take a minute or so to get fueled so you can properly rip.
Man, let's put on a pot of coffee and some jams and get turbo before we hit the bar.
Hold on, let me get turbo to this jam before we go running.
You guys want to step into the bathroom and get turbo?
taking it to the next level
my friend has a pc and he makes zeff electronic beats.
48, 48ing, 48ed, also known in full as the "48 Degree Experience" is when two platonic friends decide to do a naked trail run together. 48 is the ideal temperature for such a run to take place and a comfortable ambiance for clothes to come off in. 48ing is notorious for resulting in these friends "taking things to the next level". In fact, it is said that although these friends are running, an equal amount of baseball is played that night. ;)
John: Dude, Stacy and I 48ed last night!
Steve: Nice, 48 leads to 69!