a group of individuals that are "really good at playing games". they make funny video compilations to show how "good" they are at games. there are 4 main people on this group. one named Cath, one named Ellis, one named Alex, and one named Jake.
by jordangaming1234567 October 22, 2020
Someone : youre about to experience worst pain possible
Someone 2 : wait wh-AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA
Someone 2 : wait wh-AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA
by IcEDCave November 14, 2021
By far, the best segment from MSNBC's Countdown with Keith Olbermann. Three nominees are chosen in the order of "worse, worser, and worst". The usual candidates are the idiotic propagandists from Fox News like Bill O'Reilly, Sean Hannity, Glenn Beck along with other conservatives like Ann Coulter, Michelle Malkin, Karl Rove, and Rush Limbaugh that are never called out by the rest of the media for their stupid comments and inability to do simple fact checks.
usually seen as an immature, somewhat juvenile segment by critics, it tends to be more for comedic relief and satirical purposes (as olbermann likes to use voices to make fun of the person), but has been known to take a serious tone depending on the subject.
usually seen as an immature, somewhat juvenile segment by critics, it tends to be more for comedic relief and satirical purposes (as olbermann likes to use voices to make fun of the person), but has been known to take a serious tone depending on the subject.
by Andrea Mackris February 03, 2009
A man was riding a mule along a steep mountain trail. Suddenly, a cougar darted in front of him. The mule spooked, pitched him from the saddle, and ran further down the trail, taking the man's gun, gps beacon, and supplies with it. The man tried to run, but found that his ankle was broken. He attempted to back away, instead, but his ankle collapsed on some loose stones and he fell backwards toward the precipice, catching himself at the last moment on some old tree roots. As he hung there, with the cougar pawing at the gravel above him and the roots beginning to come free of the rocky soil, he saw a bright cluster of wild berries just within reach. In despair, the man leaned out, grabbed a handful and began chewing on them -- to his surprise, they were wonderfully sweet! Savoring their taste, the man decided that he had, by all rights, lived a good life, and he braced himself for the worst.
Suddenly, the cougar pounced! The man jerked back, and to his amazement, the cougar sailed past him, lost its footing on the slope it had aimed for, and plummeted to the canyon floor far beneath. A cascade of tiny stones followed the big cat, and larger stones followed those. The man looked around and realized that a larger set of tree roots had been revealed beneath the shifting stone. He wiped his free hand, reached out, and got a secure grip. Within a minute, he was back on the trail. As he was catching his breath, he saw his slightly skittish mule trotting back down the path, heading for home. He whistled, bringing it back to him. He made a quick splint for his ankle and threw himself back into the saddle.
A few hours later, he was back at his campsite, where he told his fellow campers one of the most amazing stories they had ever heard. The man ate a hearty meal, took some aspirin for his ankle and his nerves, and went to sleep in his tent, anxious for the morning ride back to civilization.
He never woke up. The berries he ate were poisonous.
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Whatever you are thinking, you haven't found the worst case scenario yet. Don't pretend that you have.
Suddenly, the cougar pounced! The man jerked back, and to his amazement, the cougar sailed past him, lost its footing on the slope it had aimed for, and plummeted to the canyon floor far beneath. A cascade of tiny stones followed the big cat, and larger stones followed those. The man looked around and realized that a larger set of tree roots had been revealed beneath the shifting stone. He wiped his free hand, reached out, and got a secure grip. Within a minute, he was back on the trail. As he was catching his breath, he saw his slightly skittish mule trotting back down the path, heading for home. He whistled, bringing it back to him. He made a quick splint for his ankle and threw himself back into the saddle.
A few hours later, he was back at his campsite, where he told his fellow campers one of the most amazing stories they had ever heard. The man ate a hearty meal, took some aspirin for his ankle and his nerves, and went to sleep in his tent, anxious for the morning ride back to civilization.
He never woke up. The berries he ate were poisonous.
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Whatever you are thinking, you haven't found the worst case scenario yet. Don't pretend that you have.
by Alfred F. May 06, 2008
by Reynard Letard February 08, 2006
by foxhound5 April 20, 2009
Alvin and the Chipmunks, because of their damn high pitched voices makes me want to assassinate them with any weapon.
by frodaddy February 19, 2005