I was slaphappier with blue or green over red. I'm slaphappiest with gray.
A pessimist who is driven by hope. A paradoxical balance between being a skeptic and a utopian idealist. Wishfully wary. A guarded viewpoint with no tangible protection. Reckless yet cautious or reckless prudence. Circumspect with abandon.
He does not believe in God, but he hopes there is one, making him a cynoptimist about faith in a higher power.
Someone you would tell a secret or rumor to if you wanted it to be spread around. An individual who tells everything he or she knows to everyone. A blabber mouth gossip who is compelled to tell all without discretion or consideration for any ramifications.
I told her my feet hurt. Now everyone is giving me home-remedies for
gout. She's quite the blabberjockey.
Comedic, funny, laughable—but idiotic, stupid, ignorant, imbecilic. Silly. Funny in an odd way.
My hair is attached to my head. Pardon my prior comediotic statement. My hair is still in place.
Having a belly full of beer and a mind that's just as liquid. Being drunk on beer and stupid at the same time.
Bob was so beered-up that he tripped on his own feet and fell face-first into the fireplace while laughing as if his actions were excellent entertainment.
Elated to the point of slapping one's grandma. Slightly happier than
slap happy, but not as happy as
slaphappiest while in a state of stupor or suffering from a lack of sleep.
I couldn't be slaphappier to make your acquaintance, although I don't expect to recall it later.
Romantically attached to
viral episodes. In love with
viralmania with tendencies to over do it in a passionate manner.
Her uncontrollable emotion for tweets about fashion is so viromantic, unlike her unkempt hair.
