SOTA glass

state of the art glass. american made scientific glass which is the fuckin shit. at least i think so but i'm bloowwwnnn

This SOTA glass bong rips so fucking hard my eyes are bleeding tears of joy!

by fadeddd July 5, 2012

cylindrical glass saber

A marijuana smoking apparatus

A bong

S: Bro, pass the cylindrical glass saber please? Lookin to pack some danks...

M: Alright man... but I get greens.

by BigEasy88 March 28, 2013

Splitting Glass

Splitting crystal meth

Hey Jamal, Im going to be splitting glass if you want to join

by Idiotic July 27, 2013

High Glass

A responsible use or user of Google Glass.

Always High Glass, Adrian removed his Google Glass before using the public restroom.

by pdk August 25, 2013

british glass

shit. specifically dog shit on the ground.

watch out, don't step on that pile of british glass on the lawn.

by eazy.collective March 13, 2014

spit glasses

When a girl puts ray bans on before the guy cums so it doesn't get in her eyes. She then wipes it off and uses it as lotion to moisturize her nipples.

"Dude, I gave Sherry spit glasses, her nips tasted great!"

lawson cum spit glasses nips lotion anal

by lawson_loves_spit_glasses January 1, 2015

Post-glastonbury stress disorder.

You have come back from Glastonbury, you walk through the door and sit down, nothing you thought was real is. At 9pm you leave your desk job and all you can hear is the thumping sound of the Pyramid in your head, you go to your local night club and all you can think is how much better shangri-la is. Your friends who all went to V-fest or Wireless say they understand how you feel, and why you always look so sad, they dont. They dont know what its like to get 2 hours sleep a night, in the fields of Somerset, with nothing but a fiver tent and ten crates of cider. Eventually you lose sight of everything, all the dates that matter in your life are when the tickets go on sale. You eventually have to get counselling, with the counsellor wandering why you keep on saying Michael Eavis under your breath. Soon you live in the stone circle, no amount of police force can prise you out, the fields of Pilton Farm are your sanctuary. For the remainder of your days you change your name officially to Glastonbury and wait for the sacred date: where you can do acid at 5am and no one cares. Having PGSD is a sad, sad life.

Jack: Have you seen how sad Jim looks lately?

Tony: Yeah I know! I think he just came back from this hippie-fest in Somerset and has Post-Glastonbury stress disorder.

by william reid July 20, 2015