Anal blasterfag

Chem Rae

You’re such a anal blasterfag

by Chimichanga111703 May 20, 2021

Math Blasters

Math teachers who use math equations to get there rocks off.

Teacher 1: Some of the other math teachers and I are creating a group to satisfy our needs. We call it Math Blasters, wanna join?

Teacher 2: That sounds like just what I need to satisfy MY math loving kink.

by anonymous August 15, 2022

Kerala Blasters

kings of the walkout

Person 1: where is that guy going?

Person 2: he's a fan of Kerala Blasters and following the example of his idols
Person 1: understandable

by username_redacted November 22, 2023

Kerala Blasters

kings of the walkout

Person 1: where is that guy going?

Person 2: he's a fan of Kerala Blasters and following the example of his idols
Person 1: understandable

by username_redacted November 23, 2023

kerala blasters

This club has the most electric and passionate fans (mainly stinky Indians) who would die for their shit club. They play in yellow, like a fucking bee. This club has not won shit and is referred to by any conscious football fans by the kerala bottlers. Their best player is called Luna, however this guy is no better than the average Indian tech support. He will do fuck all every single game but will still achieve fans player of the match on onefootball. This team is the sort of team to stop you watching a football game due to their poor quality performances.

Harry: Who’s playing in the isl today? I bet it’s gonna be a good game…

Me: Oh fuck me it’s the kerala blasters, ain’t nobody watching that shit.

Rupert: I might 🤓

by Kimmyhead6969 January 30, 2025

Blisteringbyte

gay, queer you know ... not for the right sex

That Guy Is Realy BlisteringByte

by u wish November 13, 2003

blastfromthepast

A show involving bright lights, a dark stage, mics that don't make anything loud unless you're backstage, cursing with your headset accidentally on. It is custom-made costumes that are 9 sizes to big or 4 sizes too small, it is the reason why we stay at school until 9 on a weeknight. It is dancing, it is singing, it is working hard for 2 months just to walk out of the dressing rooms and get a flower from the guy who swore he'd never be caught dead in that auditorium. It is showing the assholes that a freshman can get a solo and be better than half the seniors. It is that place we go to to whine about having to stay and cry when at the final end, it's time to go. A place where even the most perverted geniuses are forever respected. In the end though, "Y'all suck."

Blast from the Past is the only thing that could make me wear purple spandex.

by diana April 4, 2005