Synagogue Special

The Synagogue Special is a sexual act during group sex or orgies, where sexual partners cough and spit flem onto the anal prolapses of other partners. For further clarification see: Yiddish Water Balloon

John: "Stacy, Rico and Hannah participated in a synchronized Synagogue Special with me and some of the other people at Jeremery's party last week."

Dominick: "Oh fuck man no way! I wish I could get me some of that kosher lovin'."

by Honsai July 6, 2014

Snaeb

When you're so drunk that you misspell beans so hard and type it backwards

"Hey jim, you got some Snaebs around here?"
"John what the fuck is a Snaebs?"

by x3woots March 22, 2022

Synaptic Relationship

My thoughts are the threads of the tapestry of my life. I manifest my life with my thoughts. Without my thoughts I am a comatose vegetable with no manifest reality. Every thought to which I attach a personal emotion becomes a stitch in my tapestry. I can think fear without being fear, but the moment I attach my personal emotion of fear to a fearful thought, I have invited fear into my life. One lonely fearful thread may not do any harm but, if I am not careful, very soon the threads of fear work together to make a pattern in my life. Then a scene begins to emerge in my tapestry - a needle point detail that describes my fear - with some focus the entire threads become a scene of fear; by fear and for fear. No matter how I spin it, no matter how I try to artistically codify those threads, in the end it is still a scene about fear.

By attaching an emotion to my thoughts - i.e. joy, fear, hate, love or anger - the thought acquires a synaptic relationship to that emotion (a comfort zone, if you will). This emotional investment manifests a fabric of emotion to drape over my thought and clothe it with something that belongs to me (kind of like a uniform). Then my emotion is disguised as a thought, and the thought is disguised as an emotion. This emotional relationship gives my thoughts shape, texture and form in the three-dimensional world where my body resides - which is supposed to be outside of my thinking. Next a three-dimensional presence is manifested as the reality of my life, and it appears in the form of people, places and things.

My tapestry is quite like the plumage of a peacock, attracting other peacocks with a reality similar to my own. I grow the plumage - or weave the tapestry if you will (since I am mixing metaphors) - because it suits my purpose and my purpose is to live in fear, to doubt everything, not to trust anything or anyone - or NOT.

“My thoughts were stitched into the fabric of my emotions
until the synaptic relationship to my feelings had dyed the tapestry
of my life the bright red color of fear.” ~Rusty Cline~

by rustyacline May 20, 2009

Synapse X

a lego hack for cool skids 😎

3dsboy08: Yo, check out this lego hack I made! It's called Synapse X.

by Shirafune May 7, 2019

Synective

(adj.): Describes the state of denial posed by individuals trying to make up their own words.

The rejection of our newest word, because a definition was already available, caused us to feel synective.

by The True Grammar Girl February 11, 2009

synai

BITCH

she’s such a fucking synai

by penutnicl July 29, 2018

Snæfeajökull

A legendary Nortic animal that eats children that wander unaccompanied into the forest and also really cuts loose in the zone(!).

Beware the Snæfeajökull, for it will totally eat your children then cut loose, in the zone!

by mrpepperphd November 4, 2016