(n.) During an argument with your significant other, vigorously repeating "I love you" for minutes, hours (or however long it takes) so that your partner stops arguing and goes to bed.
Such acts of heinous repetition are reserved for the endgames of critical arguments. If overused, endgame filibusters will cause the individual to go blue in the face, and potentially cause their partner to break up with them.
Often resembles demonic possession.
Such acts of heinous repetition are reserved for the endgames of critical arguments. If overused, endgame filibusters will cause the individual to go blue in the face, and potentially cause their partner to break up with them.
Often resembles demonic possession.
Person 1: "...I love you I love you I love you I love you --"
Person 2: "I can't believe you are endgame filibustering me."
Person 1: "-- I love you I love you I love..."
Person 2: "I can't believe you are endgame filibustering me."
Person 1: "-- I love you I love you I love..."
by nolandc September 15, 2019
Get the Endgame filibustermug. (n.) a mindset affecting young or inexperienced cooks, causing them to believe dumping pesto onto pasta is the only way to make a dinner.
Generally college-aged males. Sufferers tend to believe they are stellar cooks who can transport any guest that comes for dinner directly to Northwest Italy. In rare cases, develop "manifestos" about how pesto will unite nations and solve poverty.
No cure.
Generally college-aged males. Sufferers tend to believe they are stellar cooks who can transport any guest that comes for dinner directly to Northwest Italy. In rare cases, develop "manifestos" about how pesto will unite nations and solve poverty.
No cure.
by nolandc September 20, 2019
Get the Pesto Manifestomug. (n.) a failure in friend group politics; when two parties fail to come to an agreement about how a night on the town should play out.
Like in a No Deal Brexit scenario, parties involved in the bar crawl face a severance in relations for the evening, splitting into respective factions. Each must rely on texting outside friends to survive.
Like in a No Deal Brexit scenario, parties involved in the bar crawl face a severance in relations for the evening, splitting into respective factions. Each must rely on texting outside friends to survive.
by nolandc September 12, 2019
Get the No Deal Bar Crawlmug. (n) the wrinkle that develops on the forehead when meetings encroach on your afternoon snack break.
So called due to the Victorian England tradition of a late afternoon "high tea" and toast after hours of labor.
So called due to the Victorian England tradition of a late afternoon "high tea" and toast after hours of labor.
by nolandc August 30, 2019
Get the high tea wrinklemug. (n.) An act misconstrued by one party to be a sign of love.
The term derives from a blink being confused for a wink.
The term derives from a blink being confused for a wink.
Jenna: "Rachel wants to get coffee with me, she must be into me right?"
Tim: "Girls get coffee all the time. I feel it's just a fiction wink."
Tim: "Girls get coffee all the time. I feel it's just a fiction wink."
by nolandc September 02, 2019
Get the Fiction Winkmug. An artist of sex.
Picasso of the sheets, always willing to try new positions to gain “multiple perspectives.” A missionary visionary and a 69 heroine.
Known for their brushstrokes of love.
Picasso of the sheets, always willing to try new positions to gain “multiple perspectives.” A missionary visionary and a 69 heroine.
Known for their brushstrokes of love.
by nolandc November 16, 2019
Get the Picocksomug. (n.) An after-hours text from one’s boss demanding they return to the office. A professional's Booty Call.
Originated after the French Revolution, when the proletariat was forced to work long hours at the boutique because ownership had been killed by the Guillotine. Today, is often answered by individuals with a crumbling social life or a disturbing obsession with their boss.
Those who respond to a Boutique Call will often matter-of-factly mutter “No emotions, just promotions” before rollerblading all the way back to the office, in decline.
Originated after the French Revolution, when the proletariat was forced to work long hours at the boutique because ownership had been killed by the Guillotine. Today, is often answered by individuals with a crumbling social life or a disturbing obsession with their boss.
Those who respond to a Boutique Call will often matter-of-factly mutter “No emotions, just promotions” before rollerblading all the way back to the office, in decline.
Tom's Boutique Call led to "Quick Fix and Chill" session with his boss, as they watched HR videos and massaged each others' data.
by nolandc October 05, 2019
Get the Boutique Callmug.