A dragon ball z final stand clan ran by the top 3rd most hated player. When someone saids TGW they're talking about a clan that's carried by top pvpers and a child who relies on arm crash and runs like he's in the Olympics
What's one clan carried by their members? The Godly Warriors is the clan that you should already be thinking of.
by Fs Clans Definition July 23, 2022

A man who can’t perform on top due to age, injury, laziness, or fitness so he purely has sex in the cowgirl position to not put in any physical work during sex
How does Bill Belichick have sex with his girlfriend? She’s so young and he’s so old!
Bill is clearly a cowgirl warrior, because there’s no way he can handle that at his age.
Bill is clearly a cowgirl warrior, because there’s no way he can handle that at his age.
by nbayoungboyslatt4l February 6, 2025

by straponwarrior777 April 1, 2024

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

A keyboard warrior is someone who communicates better through typing than speaking in real life. They can express their thoughts, arguments, and ideas more clearly and confidently when using a keyboard, but may struggle to do the same in face-to-face interactions. They’re more effective at organizing their thoughts and making points when typing, rather than in IRL conversations.
Person 1: "Wow, you had a lot to say in that chat! Why were you so quiet during the meeting?"
Person 2: "I'm more of a keyboard warrior—it's easier for me to explain things in writing!"
Person 2: "I'm more of a keyboard warrior—it's easier for me to explain things in writing!"
by silensu October 9, 2024

Combat Warriors is a game on Roblox that many kids spend 8 hours a day grinding for dragon slayer/chainsaw.
(including me obv.) Combat warriors is also known as "CW".
(including me obv.) Combat warriors is also known as "CW".
friend: wanna hop on Combat warriors??
friend 2: im lvl 70
friend: im a lvl 683 sweat.
friend 2: nvm...
friend 2: im lvl 70
friend: im a lvl 683 sweat.
friend 2: nvm...
by void_> April 27, 2023

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
