Crim is a mixture of the words “cry” and “cum”. Usually used in a comedic sense.
Past tense: Crimmed
Present tense: Crimming, crims.
Future tense/general: Crim
Past tense: Crimmed
Present tense: Crimming, crims.
Future tense/general: Crim
by KISSINGBUFFMEN October 13, 2022
someone who is bad at every game. also has extremally white walls and denies every fact said about her/him. (gender quality)
by EzFlawLessXD March 29, 2022
(noun, verb, adjective, interjection, title, expression of awe)
Definition:
Crim is the essence of power, chaos, or lowkey genius. It’s what you say when something hits hard, goes off the rails, or somehow makes money, pain, and hustle look hot. It’s neutral by nature — the act can be shady or glorious — but it’s always massive.
Meanings include:
A boss move
A crime-adjacent flex
A mistake so bold it circles back to being smart
Something stupid that worked
Money being made in a morally gray way
Definition:
Crim is the essence of power, chaos, or lowkey genius. It’s what you say when something hits hard, goes off the rails, or somehow makes money, pain, and hustle look hot. It’s neutral by nature — the act can be shady or glorious — but it’s always massive.
Meanings include:
A boss move
A crime-adjacent flex
A mistake so bold it circles back to being smart
Something stupid that worked
Money being made in a morally gray way
“Dude I convinced this guy to pay me $500 to delete his own website. That’s a fuckin’ crim.”
“I just raw dogged my taxes with TurboTax AI. Real crim hours.”
“You see that burnout into the creek? Crim activity.”
“Crim.” (simply said with reverence)
“I just raw dogged my taxes with TurboTax AI. Real crim hours.”
“You see that burnout into the creek? Crim activity.”
“Crim.” (simply said with reverence)
by The Crim Jorks June 06, 2025
An radioactive waste where people say the shittiest insults to try and make the other person actually feel offended somehow, some of the examples are:
nice aim fucking loser
-average piece of shit who nolifes crim
dogwater
-person who got disowned from his family
oh daddy coded cosmetics, fuck me harder!
-average simp
-average piece of shit who nolifes crim
dogwater
-person who got disowned from his family
oh daddy coded cosmetics, fuck me harder!
-average simp
by hylrixe June 20, 2021
Yma o hyd , Yma o hyd (We are still here, we are still here)
I hear the voices singing. Speed your journey, bois bach, good heavens
One nation, singing with one voice, a song of hope, a song of courage.
A victory song that floats through the valleys, like a red mist, rolls over the mountain tops, like crimson thunder.
A red storm is coming to the gates of Qatar.
It crackles, with the spirit of ‘58 and Jimmy Murphy’s boys. It turns the pages of the history books and finds Rob’s page, waiting, still to be written. Rob Page is the coach
What would you write in there, boys? Dare you write your names on that page? We haven’t waited 64 years and come half way around the world to be troubled by a neighbour from back home.
When the English coming knock on our door, let‘s give them some sugar, boys, let’s give them some Welsh sugar. They’ve always said we are too small, we are too slow, we are too weak, too full of fear. But yma o hyd (‘Still here’, the title of a famous Welsh nationalistic folk song), you sons of Speed, and they fall around us.
We are still here.
I hear the voices singing. Speed your journey, bois bach, good heavens
One nation, singing with one voice, a song of hope, a song of courage.
A victory song that floats through the valleys, like a red mist, rolls over the mountain tops, like crimson thunder.
A red storm is coming to the gates of Qatar.
It crackles, with the spirit of ‘58 and Jimmy Murphy’s boys. It turns the pages of the history books and finds Rob’s page, waiting, still to be written. Rob Page is the coach
What would you write in there, boys? Dare you write your names on that page? We haven’t waited 64 years and come half way around the world to be troubled by a neighbour from back home.
When the English coming knock on our door, let‘s give them some sugar, boys, let’s give them some Welsh sugar. They’ve always said we are too small, we are too slow, we are too weak, too full of fear. But yma o hyd (‘Still here’, the title of a famous Welsh nationalistic folk song), you sons of Speed, and they fall around us.
We are still here.
by xdr5t3evq3q April 22, 2025
by Kinglik May 24, 2025