A special brand of pandemic denial that promotes economic status over health and preservation of life.
So, even though we're on an accelerating rate of COVID infections with daily-death toll doubling--Coronomics dictate that we sacrifice untold lives for the sake of propping up the economy.
by YAWA March 24, 2020
Get the Coronomicsmug. Oh, man...that was a rough afternoon. We were TOTALLY anticipating an ice cold beer. But we got Kumbuk Fk'd instead...moving on.
by YAWA December 03, 2019
Get the Kumbuk Fk'dmug. Any low-brow, knuckle-dragging, bronze-age, backward-thinking, waste of humanity that somehow decides that a narcissistic, self-serving, racist, homophobic, misogynistic, bigoted pedophile from Alabama deserves a seat in the United States Senate.
by YAWA December 11, 2017
Get the Roy Mooreonmug. Oh, I'll just skip the high-class, low-class, working class and po' class...and head right on into the Twerking Class, baybee!!!
by YAWA August 02, 2019
Get the Twerking Classmug. The all-too-human capacity of intellectually separating important, foundational , even life-defining beliefs onto a practical "thinking landscape" of very different measures of truth criteria.
OK, so he's a neurosurgeon and completely understands the science that dead brains can't form memories and that strokes damage the nervous system in very specific, predictable ways; yet he persists in maintaining that the bible is literal truth...clearly, he must be relying on some logic-tight compartments to avoid massive confirmation bias.
by YAWA July 09, 2017
Get the logic-tight compartmentmug. The fate of the christ-mas tree: A once beloved, highly-adorned centerpiece of good-will, fellowship and seasonal cheer; chopped down, dragged out of the forest, temporarily sanctified then subsequently kicked unceremoniously to the curb, like a wasted carcass at a meat-packing plant.
by YAWA September 25, 2017
Get the X-mas carcassmug. The wishful, unspoken defense against random, rogue restaurant flower salesmen who interrup an otherwise romantic dinner with expectation and embarrassment.
Oh, holy fucking shit. This is our first date and here comes Mr 'Isn't your beautiful lady worth a $25 wilted rose?" flower fucking salesman. Yeah, next time you're trolling, being me a bucket of vaginas and then we'll talk. Right now, you can fuck-off.
by YAWA May 13, 2021
Get the bucket of vaginasmug.