Like the soda, a crush. A person you recognize as the final piece of your emotional puzzle. They provide mental security for the future, they offer a beautiful tomorrow, they arouse the kind of moments one could only enjoy through imagination....but they just aren't there yet, they are acquiantances or friends, passerbys or classmates....a wish, a gorgeous prospect, one who is the option that is forever left in the hands of circumstance...never assurance
Brooke is my orange soda, I wish she was just accepting of seeing me more than just as a guy who talks but a guy that is willing to listen. I don't love her, but I love what she is. Only if I could let her know.
Orange Blastaphon is an alcoholic beverage consisting of three ingredients. It is 3 parts Crystal Weiss beer and one part gin and one part Fresca, Wink, or Squirt. Sounds terrible but it is actually refreshingly delicious.
Last night Jim made Dave and I Orange Blastaphons and then we went out and got Gorilla Farts at the bar to thank us for letting him use our hatchet for his fire pit and to celebrate Tim coming out of the closet and finally admiting his ultra gayness.
This end of a sentence can be used to express that all turned out good in the end. (The orange is superior and can heal and stop all evil)
This phrase is based on a champion in the game "League of Legends". A Pirate called "Gangplank" has an ability where he eats an orange and dispells all CC effects from him (and heals in addition).