The word blarg has no concrete or absolute meaning. Its meaning is derived all from how you say it and in what mood you say it. If you say it depressedly in a low, melancholy tone, it is synonymous with a sigh or expression of sadness. If it's said in an apathetic tone, it means you're in a state of ennui. If you say it in a rageful voice, it is an expletive, etc. etc.
After setting yourself on fire: BLARG!!!
Bored: Blarg. (said in soft, monotone)
Pissed: BLAAAARG!!!!
Elated: Blarg! (In happy voice)
Bored: Blarg. (said in soft, monotone)
Pissed: BLAAAARG!!!!
Elated: Blarg! (In happy voice)
by someone took my name =| May 02, 2006

Phrase uttered before taking a picture so it looks like everyone is smiling even though someone would rather either frown, snarl, sneer, or make an otherworldy strange or unpleasant face.
A conspiracy to get unhappy or enraged people to smile in pictures.
A conspiracy to get more people to eat cheese and wine after taking pictures.
A conspiracy to get unhappy or enraged people to smile in pictures.
A conspiracy to get more people to eat cheese and wine after taking pictures.
Photographer: Say cheese!
Lauren, Dave, Jessica, and Ben: Cheese! *smile*
Barry: Fuck you! *snarl* *flicks off camera*
*click**flash*
Photographer: Smile for us, Barry. We're not stopping until you smile for us!
Three odd hours later:
Photographer: Say cheese!
Lauren, Dave, Jessica, and Ben: Cheese! *smile*
Barry: Fuck you! *frown* *flicks off camera*
*click**flash*
Photographer: Smile for us, Barry. We're not stopping until you smile for us!
Brian: Say cheese!
Cristy, Ben, Mike: Cheese!
Ben: That's strange; I have a strange craving to scarf down some Gorgonzola with some Bordeaux!
Mike: Same here! I'm gonna gorge myself on Wensleydale 'n Chardonnay!
Cristy: Let's buy all the cheese and wine we can, guys!
Lauren, Dave, Jessica, and Ben: Cheese! *smile*
Barry: Fuck you! *snarl* *flicks off camera*
*click**flash*
Photographer: Smile for us, Barry. We're not stopping until you smile for us!
Three odd hours later:
Photographer: Say cheese!
Lauren, Dave, Jessica, and Ben: Cheese! *smile*
Barry: Fuck you! *frown* *flicks off camera*
*click**flash*
Photographer: Smile for us, Barry. We're not stopping until you smile for us!
Brian: Say cheese!
Cristy, Ben, Mike: Cheese!
Ben: That's strange; I have a strange craving to scarf down some Gorgonzola with some Bordeaux!
Mike: Same here! I'm gonna gorge myself on Wensleydale 'n Chardonnay!
Cristy: Let's buy all the cheese and wine we can, guys!
by someone took my name =| May 01, 2006

Something you say when you depart from someone you've just met. Unnecessary if you met a major asshole, bastard, or a bitch.
Kate: Heya, what's your name?
Mike: Mike. What's yours?
Kate: Kate.
Mike: Kay bye, nice meeting you.
Kate: Yeah, you too. Take care.
Mike: Hey, what's your name?
Major Asshole: Major Asshole! You little turd.
Mike: Kay bye.
Asshole: Yeah, bye, you faerie.
Mike: Mike. What's yours?
Kate: Kate.
Mike: Kay bye, nice meeting you.
Kate: Yeah, you too. Take care.
Mike: Hey, what's your name?
Major Asshole: Major Asshole! You little turd.
Mike: Kay bye.
Asshole: Yeah, bye, you faerie.
by someone took my name =| May 01, 2006

Transcendental Deficit Disorder:
A disease affecting over 90% of the world population, who couldn't get beyond fractions.
A disease affecting over 90% of the world population, who couldn't get beyond fractions.
by someone took my name =| May 06, 2006

Josie: Damn, I hate my roommate. She eats all my food and sexiles me nearly every other day.
Paul: I hear ya. My roommate is a jackass too. Acts like I don't even live in the same room.
Joel: I wish I could live life to the fullest without a worry in the world.
Gary: I hear ya, man.
Paul: I hear ya. My roommate is a jackass too. Acts like I don't even live in the same room.
Joel: I wish I could live life to the fullest without a worry in the world.
Gary: I hear ya, man.
by someone took my name =| May 01, 2006

For instance, french fries are one of the most unrelectable foods out there. But Applewood's Pizza is so relectable it may sometimes be more delicious in a rerun.
by someone took my name =| May 06, 2006

At my current rate of slackage, I'll eventually drop out of college in about two years and become a homeless bum after being disowned by my parents. I'll live in a cardboard box in the Yukon territory, then get mauled to death in the wilderness, as punishment for my slacking off.
by someone took my name =| May 06, 2006
