When a Baltimoron (stupid Baltimore resident) really should say "you"
Hey, hon' if yous goin' to the liquor store pick me up some Natty Boh!
You is the term used in sexual intercause by meaning give me it harder. A girl will sceam the word for more amd it tells you to give her more pleasure. Sometimes also used in oral sex by the male shouting you as he demands to cum quicker.
"You" !!! " ah give me more!! Qucler " You
yous is the way you write the word "use" when you're chatting with more than 6 people in different languages at the same time. It might also happens while being under the effect of.... substances
cool so we can yous this trick
u should know that and no one has the right to tell you that
Full of shit.
It true... you fullashit.
Anyone who isn't your self.
You are a worthless waste of life, which is why - at this precise point in world history - you are reading this sentence. You think you should be doing something more productive, but for some reason, you aren't. You think your taste in music matters. You think playing video games makes you "alternative". You "spontaneously" quote Monty Python. You installed Linux on a partition because it seemed vaguely countercultural. You wear a fucking fedora in public and believe this makes the world a more whimsical place. You went to a second-tier state college and joined the Roleplaying club on the first day of orientation. You watch anime but insist you're not a fanboy. You quote memes at parties and then laugh alone, awkwardly. You own at least one cape which you wear "ironically" to comic conventions. You drive a 1990's Civic with crumbs on the floor and an "I roll 20's" bumper sticker. You write long posts in the Casual Encounters section of Craigslist but never get responses. Your parents pay for most if not all of your college tuition because you lack the motivation to seek financial independence. You haven't had much sex, and the few times you did were clumsy and tedious. You think people shouldn't judge you based on your meager accomplishments because that's not, like, what you're about, you know? You collect Plastic Crap. You hover around the edges of your social group, grasping at straws of approval. You get your ideas and arguments from blogs. You don't get invited, you t...more...