probablEE

Probably, pronounced as "pro ba blEE. Pronounced as proablEE the word means the matter has been settled. The word summarizes a discussion about a likely event and denotes acceptance of the near certainty of the matter by the speaker. Use of the word means the speaker has fully conceded the point, and wishes to end the conversation. It is usually a one-word sentence.

Although the accent is on he final syllable, it is pronounced with a fatalistic tone.

Dillon: Yikes! That traffic camera caught me going through a red light.

Travis: Yeah, I saw the light flash. You're going to get a ticket for sure.

Dillon: ProbablEE.

Sam: Levi, you're totally gonna be a dad. Bristol doesn't believe in abortion and she's preggers.

Levi: ProbablEE.

probablEE by Medford Man May 10, 2009

probably nothing

This phrase is often used sarcastically. It probably is something.

Ethereum made 5x the revenue Bitcoin has made this week. Probably nothing.

probably nothing by undertheradar May 14, 2021

Probably my Biceps 

pronoun- antecedent is always "biceps"
Expression used for the sake of being used; has lost most of original meaning
Origin- Speculated to have been coined by Theodore Roosevelt, as he was known to have an extremely well developed upper body.

"Knock Knock"
"Who's there?"
"Probably my biceps"
*swooning and possible copulation ensues*

Probably my Biceps by Jessetotallydidnotmakethis February 8, 2013

You're Probably Right

A phrase used to dodge the blame and embarrassment associated with getting an answer wrong.

Jack: "I know that girl her name is Cindy"

Joe: "She's my neighbor, her name is Angela"

Jack: "You're probably right"

You're Probably Right by Therightwordsareeverything January 28, 2011

Probably cancer 

Have an odd spot somewhere on your body? Have a lump that you can't explain? Headache, even? Skip the rational thinking, it's probably cancer.

Mike: Hey, Jim, what's that thing on your arm?

Jim: Probably cancer.

Probably cancer by Lord of Ears December 27, 2008

Hate You Probably 

The act of befriending celebrities on Twitter to secure famous birthday wishes.

I Hate You Probably'd TPain, he's totally going to wish me a happy birthday next week.

Hate You Probably by Princess Muffintop April 18, 2011

My name is Walter Hartwell White. I live at 308 Negra Arroyo Lane, Albuquerque, New Mexico, 87104. This is my confession. If you're watching this tape, I'm probably dead- murdered by my brother-in-law, Hank Schrader. 

My name is Walter Hartwell White. I live at 308 Negra Arroyo Lane, Albuquerque, New Mexico, 87104. This is my confession. If you're watching this tape, I'm probably dead- murdered by my brother-in-law, Hank Schrader. Hank has been building a meth empire for over a year now, and using me as his chemist. Shortly after my 50th birthday, he asked that I use my chemistry knowledge to cook methamphetamine, which he would then sell using connections that he made through his career with the DEA. I was... astounded. I... I always thought Hank was a very moral man, and I was particularly vulnerable at the time - something he knew and took advantage of. I was reeling from a cancer diagnosis that was poised to bankrupt my family. Hank took me in on a ride-along and showed me just how much money even a small meth operation could make. And I was weak. I didn't want my family to go into financial ruin, so I agreed. Hank had a partner, a businessman named Gustavo Fring. Hank sold me into servitude to this man.

My name is Walter Hartwell White. I live at 308 Negra Arroyo Lane, Albuquerque, New Mexico, 87104. This is my confession. If you're watching this tape, I'm probably dead- murdered by my brother-in-law, Hank Schrader. Hank has been building a meth empire for over a year now, and using me as his chemist. Shortly after my 50th birthday, he asked that I use my chemistry knowledge to cook methamphetamine, which he would then sell using connections that he made through his career with the DEA. I was... astounded. I... I always thought Hank was a very moral man, and I was particularly vulnerable at the time - something he knew and took advantage of. I was reeling from a cancer diagnosis that was poised to bankrupt my family. Hank took me in on a ride-along and showed me just how much money even a small meth operation could make. And I was weak. I didn't want my family to go into financial ruin, so I agreed. Hank had a partner, a businessman named Gustavo Fring. Hank sold me into servitude to this man.

My name is Walter Hartwell White. I live at 308 Negra Arroyo Lane, Albuquerque, New Mexico, 87104. This is my confession. If you're watching this tape, I'm probably dead- murdered by my brother-in-law, Hank Schrader. by biggestbafoonbingus69 June 4, 2023