3 definitions by Hudson Yelnats
1. A bruhment spoken by a boomer. The rules of bruhment still apply here, only now if the person committing the actual bruh moment is over 39, it is officially a booment.
2. An extremely powerful boomer moment. You know these when they happen, so you must act appropriately.
2. An extremely powerful boomer moment. You know these when they happen, so you must act appropriately.
Grandpa: "It's 'before' not 'B4!' I speak English not Bingo!"
Your Friend behind his back: "booment."
Your Friend behind his back: "booment."
by Hudson Yelnats July 19, 2019
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Any word, with the usage of this suffix, can officially become a (insert word here) moment.
Any word, with the usage of this suffix, can officially become a (insert word here) moment.
by Hudson Yelnats July 19, 2019
a bruh moment so powerful that you don't have time to say "bruh moment", and instead, you shorten the 2 second sentence to a mere half second sentence. The humour of the word is extremely subtle, and without a solid grasp of theoretical word and grammar physics bruhment will go over a typical listener's head. I can use bruhment, and I know when to use it. That said. In 7th grade, I took an SAT test without preparing for it at all, it was spur-of-the-moment, I knew about it about an hour ahead of time and didn't do any research or anything. I scored higher on it than the average person using it to apply for college in my area. An IQ test has shown me to be in the 99.9th percentile for IQ. This is the highest result the test I was given reaches; anything further and they'd consider it to be within the margin of error for that test. I understand engineering when using bruhment. For example, I independently invented regenerative brakes before finding out what they were, and I was only seven or eight years old when I started inventing wireless electricity solutions (my first idea being to use a powerful infrared laser to transmit energy; admittedly not the best plan). I can use bruhment, but can you?
"The flash is enough to near blind me and my body reacts like there's a gun to my head. My muscles are frozen in place but filled with such a tingling pressure I want to run until my body is empty – put as much distance between myself and the bomb as possible. But all I see right now is loose forms with colour and I need the world to come back into view before I can run. I know it's adrenaline. Perhaps fleeing is the dumbest move, I wouldn't know, my brain is too fried to analyse the options. If my heat beats any harder, any louder, I might as well stick a spotlight on my head. My eyes are popped open so hard I couldn't blink if I wanted to and all the while I just want to run. Hiding might be better but I can't, all this energy has to go somewhere. As soon as I can make out forms, forms but no detail I burst from my dark spot and make for my room. In the covers I can camouflage blend, trek away from this spot all night if I have to.
they said it.
they said bruhment."
they said it.
they said bruhment."
by Hudson Yelnats June 9, 2019