by brewwarrior September 26, 2019
Get the Kelly Warriormug. Aiven is a warrior
by Gave Itches March 7, 2023
Get the Warriormug. Doughnut warriors travel in packs, have flashing red and blue lights (so you know they're not messing around), and typically weigh in at about 300 pounds. They are one of the more violent hominids you can meet face to face, typically 50% of them beat their partners and 100% of them are total douchebags
"that doughnut warrior took the PIG CHOPPA down to dunkin doughnuts again. If i were a robber, doughnut shops would be the last place i'd rob, sooo many doughnut warriors gather there"
by Wypipo whisperer September 10, 2020
Get the Doughnut Warriormug. Astrologian: "look my astrologian does more crit as you warrior"
Warrior: "Im so fucking Trash, im going PLD!"
Warrior: "Im so fucking Trash, im going PLD!"
by Naoki Yoshida October 18, 2018
Get the Warriormug. Someone who adds you on snap, asks “wdyll” and once u send a pic, unadds and/or blocks you.
Also pronounced “what do you look like warrior”
Also pronounced “what do you look like warrior”
A: “did that girl ever add you back?”
B: “nah, she unadded me after I sent a face pic”
A: “she must’ve been a wdyll warrior”
B: “nah, she unadded me after I sent a face pic”
A: “she must’ve been a wdyll warrior”
by fearofnapalm December 2, 2023
Get the wdyll warriormug. An ancient warrior for a large crusade that wears penis shaped helmets, and who’s main goal is to achieve all gayness among humanity.
I was walking my elephant when i came upon a group of spode warriors, i ran in hope of maintaining my heterosexuality.
by Boondocks1017 January 9, 2019
Get the spode warriormug. Well he collapsed with Stevens-Johnson Syndrome on the E.R. floor
Panic attacked, anaphylactic and ataxic
The way he spun his butterfly risked all six his phalanges
Roman candles at both ends in his synapses
And the method with which he recycled his humors
Trojan Horse'd his Blood-Brain Barrier and raised the LD-50, yes, yes
And through flight-or-fight revelation shame the Black Box Warrior
He skipped this town and headed straight down history
Shields himself from reason in a Kevlar baby-blue Tuxedo
Quilted from the finest fibers, flesh, and fiberglass, and flowers
His ego a mosquito, evil incarnate good incognito
Pops placebos for libido, screaming, "Bless the torpedoes"
For what? For what? For what it's worth
If it was going to kill you boy, it would have by now
For what? For what? For what it's worth
There's no more looking back, it's looking up or looking down
Well, he was wearing stolen rubber shoes and wrapped a poison ivy noose
Around his Lotus jugular when they came
Well, they found him with a map to every victim of his love
And a tattoo of a blue jay on his face
And they waited for his vital signs to lie and let a flatline cry
A hymn out in Hungarian Harmonic
But he cocked his noggin, through his stoma sang, "For auld lang syne"
"Happy birthday to the succulents, I'll die your hydroponics"
His rib cage was a hornet's nest, palpitations set the beat
His vagus nerve a turk's head knot, an axel hitch, a carrick bend
Panic attacked, anaphylactic and ataxic
The way he spun his butterfly risked all six his phalanges
Roman candles at both ends in his synapses
And the method with which he recycled his humors
Trojan Horse'd his Blood-Brain Barrier and raised the LD-50, yes, yes
And through flight-or-fight revelation shame the Black Box Warrior
He skipped this town and headed straight down history
Shields himself from reason in a Kevlar baby-blue Tuxedo
Quilted from the finest fibers, flesh, and fiberglass, and flowers
His ego a mosquito, evil incarnate good incognito
Pops placebos for libido, screaming, "Bless the torpedoes"
For what? For what? For what it's worth
If it was going to kill you boy, it would have by now
For what? For what? For what it's worth
There's no more looking back, it's looking up or looking down
Well, he was wearing stolen rubber shoes and wrapped a poison ivy noose
Around his Lotus jugular when they came
Well, they found him with a map to every victim of his love
And a tattoo of a blue jay on his face
And they waited for his vital signs to lie and let a flatline cry
A hymn out in Hungarian Harmonic
But he cocked his noggin, through his stoma sang, "For auld lang syne"
"Happy birthday to the succulents, I'll die your hydroponics"
His rib cage was a hornet's nest, palpitations set the beat
His vagus nerve a turk's head knot, an axel hitch, a carrick bend
to get this published, I have to add the name, but they also wouldnt let me add all the elyrics so this is just a part 1! anyways, here's the enamel that this site wanted : Black box warrior (p1)
by AHAHHARAGHGHGHGHGGHG!!!!!! ): November 8, 2023
Get the Black box warrior (p1)mug.