by CamSloth February 12, 2018
Get the P1mug. Turnt. When the level of alchohol in your system is enough to sedate 7 rhinos, 4 black panthers, 18 baby koalas, and 2 school bus full of chimpanzees.
by Dragon Cider September 25, 2014
Get the P1mug. p1 means peace. For use when saying goodbye to someone. No one knows why it means peace, or who started it exactly. Rumor has it that it spawned from the quake 3 1.16 freeze community.
by travisx201x January 11, 2006
Get the p1mug. A car so sexy that you want to marry it. The McLaren P1 is forgotten because of all these stupid 12 year olds that warship the Nissan GTR. It got last place to a Porsche with racing crap on it and we all know that Richard Hammond lied to us and is also a dwarf.
by Reaper Leviathan May 8, 2019
Get the McLaren P1mug. Well well well, the Edexcel P1 Physics Exam 2016 was a mystical exam paper sat by GCSE students who all felt the shattering pain and emotion of twenty or so hours of revision of Hershel and Ritter's experiments along with the Electromagnetic Spectrum, only to find that the first question to come up is about a pathetic petrol generator. Just to add petrol to the fire (see what I did there) Edexcel decide to throw in a cheeky induction question which in later life, is going to be about as useful as a waterproof bathsponge.
But you may be thinking, Edexcel surely you have stopped there, surely you cannot emotionally deplete us and make us feel like a single celled organism with no brain (I revised Biology well). Oh no! Just for good measure, Edexcel decide to take a steaming dump on our result, throwing in a question about Ions. Which is again about as useful as a submarine in the sahara.
Essentially, the Physics exam is the bastard lovechild of the Maths Exam, which Edexcel decide to sweetly position immediately after the Physics exam, to essentially ruin our lives. I would like to congratulate anybody who thought that they found this exam easy.
But you may be thinking, Edexcel surely you have stopped there, surely you cannot emotionally deplete us and make us feel like a single celled organism with no brain (I revised Biology well). Oh no! Just for good measure, Edexcel decide to take a steaming dump on our result, throwing in a question about Ions. Which is again about as useful as a submarine in the sahara.
Essentially, the Physics exam is the bastard lovechild of the Maths Exam, which Edexcel decide to sweetly position immediately after the Physics exam, to essentially ruin our lives. I would like to congratulate anybody who thought that they found this exam easy.
by rantingmadting May 25, 2016
Get the Edexcel P1 Physics Exammug. by morting April 19, 2025
Get the p1mug. Well he collapsed with Stevens-Johnson Syndrome on the E.R. floor
Panic attacked, anaphylactic and ataxic
The way he spun his butterfly risked all six his phalanges
Roman candles at both ends in his synapses
And the method with which he recycled his humors
Trojan Horse'd his Blood-Brain Barrier and raised the LD-50, yes, yes
And through flight-or-fight revelation shame the Black Box Warrior
He skipped this town and headed straight down history
Shields himself from reason in a Kevlar baby-blue Tuxedo
Quilted from the finest fibers, flesh, and fiberglass, and flowers
His ego a mosquito, evil incarnate good incognito
Pops placebos for libido, screaming, "Bless the torpedoes"
For what? For what? For what it's worth
If it was going to kill you boy, it would have by now
For what? For what? For what it's worth
There's no more looking back, it's looking up or looking down
Well, he was wearing stolen rubber shoes and wrapped a poison ivy noose
Around his Lotus jugular when they came
Well, they found him with a map to every victim of his love
And a tattoo of a blue jay on his face
And they waited for his vital signs to lie and let a flatline cry
A hymn out in Hungarian Harmonic
But he cocked his noggin, through his stoma sang, "For auld lang syne"
"Happy birthday to the succulents, I'll die your hydroponics"
His rib cage was a hornet's nest, palpitations set the beat
His vagus nerve a turk's head knot, an axel hitch, a carrick bend
Panic attacked, anaphylactic and ataxic
The way he spun his butterfly risked all six his phalanges
Roman candles at both ends in his synapses
And the method with which he recycled his humors
Trojan Horse'd his Blood-Brain Barrier and raised the LD-50, yes, yes
And through flight-or-fight revelation shame the Black Box Warrior
He skipped this town and headed straight down history
Shields himself from reason in a Kevlar baby-blue Tuxedo
Quilted from the finest fibers, flesh, and fiberglass, and flowers
His ego a mosquito, evil incarnate good incognito
Pops placebos for libido, screaming, "Bless the torpedoes"
For what? For what? For what it's worth
If it was going to kill you boy, it would have by now
For what? For what? For what it's worth
There's no more looking back, it's looking up or looking down
Well, he was wearing stolen rubber shoes and wrapped a poison ivy noose
Around his Lotus jugular when they came
Well, they found him with a map to every victim of his love
And a tattoo of a blue jay on his face
And they waited for his vital signs to lie and let a flatline cry
A hymn out in Hungarian Harmonic
But he cocked his noggin, through his stoma sang, "For auld lang syne"
"Happy birthday to the succulents, I'll die your hydroponics"
His rib cage was a hornet's nest, palpitations set the beat
His vagus nerve a turk's head knot, an axel hitch, a carrick bend
to get this published, I have to add the name, but they also wouldnt let me add all the elyrics so this is just a part 1! anyways, here's the enamel that this site wanted : Black box warrior (p1)
by AHAHHARAGHGHGHGHGGHG!!!!!! ): November 8, 2023
Get the Black box warrior (p1)mug.