Avocado's number

Avocado's number, 1.66×10⁻²⁴ = 1/Avogadro's number, is the number of moles in a guacamole. A guacamole is Avocado's number of moles, which just happens to be one molecule. While we're at it, a guacameter is 1.66×10⁻²⁴ meters, just as a yoctometer is 10⁻²⁴ meters.

We study single molecules. We used to have to say we study 1.66 yoctomoles of molecules, but ever since ISO added the prefix guaca, equal to Avocado's number, we study one guacamole of molecules.

by Dr. Ripe Avocado, PhD. November 23, 2022

Avocado toast with salt

You feel less basic now, but you're really not

Why did you put salt on your avocado toast

Because avocado toast with salt is less basic

FU

by PointingatmyBALLZ December 8, 2022

The Avocado Effect

When you buttfuck your dead Irish dad till he shuts green

“If Jered doesn’t shut the fuck up, I’m gonna have to experience the Avocado Effect.”

by Dirigi April 8, 2021

Avocado

Literally translates from aztec as "Testicle", making Guacamole, "Testicle Sauce"

Kevin: Want an avocado?
Joey: Nah i'll have a testicle
Kevin: What the fuck is wrong with you, Joey?

by KoriTheGlaceon January 11, 2021

fuck i forgot the avocados

When you have a Mexican party to go to and you forgot the guacamole; in metaphor - You forgot how important it was and you're probably about to get chewed out for that shit

Babe it's our anniversary!
Fuck I forgot the avocados

by Nottobetakenserious August 10, 2016

Avocado toast

The fucking hippies love their avocado toast.

John loves his avocado toast that's why his wife miscarried.

by Leminheds June 23, 2019

Avocadopia

A state of bliss that some people achieve upon consumption of food containing avocados.

As I entered the party and gazed about the room, my eye was caught by a small white bowl sitting upon a table of appetizers. The gleaming green of the bowl's contents radiated from the vessel of my desire. In that instant I could see nothing - or no one - else in the room. It felt like I was drawn to the object of my desire by a verdant tractor beam. I picked up a delivery mechanism (I think it might have been a lightly salted restaurant-style corn tortilla chip), and scooped an impossibly large amount of perfectly prepared guacamole into my mouth. I instantly felt the glow of total joy spread throughout my body and expand into the oneness of the universe...I had arrived at my familiar state of AVOCADOPIA. Without thinking I reached out for more...

by Avocadopia May 3, 2010