Joyce

Joyce is a very kind girl but when she find's a boyfriend, she will let all her friend go. So dont trust a person named joyce

Guy 1: hey isnt that joyce?
Guy 2: yeah but dont trust that bitch
Guy 1: yeah but dont take the piss bcuz thats a bit rude innit
Guy 2: yeah but she's a bit rude too innit

Guy 1: yeah youre right

by Cunt destroyer 69420 January 16, 2022

Joyce

You ever seen a nose pass cross bred with a donkey. its this bitch

hey joyces fat donkeylips and nosepass nose bitching at me about racism

by Analisntasin March 16, 2020

Joyce

A fucking dumbass hoe who don't know how to do anything but piss people off. Has no friends and gets NO guys. If you ever meet a Joyce than make sure to watch out.

Omg you know that new girl Joyce at this school? She is such an annoying bitch!!

by Dumbhoe__ November 13, 2019

The Marina Joyce Effect

everytime a young woman posts unorthodox or strange content online people develop some kind of hero complex and try to save them.

A: Have you seen this YouTube account? this girl looks really strange and uncomfortable, maybe something is going on!
B: No, that’s just the Marina Joyce effect...

by loolooxcx January 30, 2020

Joyce

A bitch,careless,don’t know how to take care of a baby

Joyce the bitch

by Weirdo March 5, 2019

Joyce Block

When you start getting real nerdy on a subject and start freaking about talking about it

yo bro calm down on those biology books your pullin a joyce block

by Ronald Champ January 1, 2012

Joyce

Centre figure of the joycism mythology. Born amidst salt and smoke it is believed to have died and resurected a million times, for what is dead may never die but rises again stronger. After having walked the path of life, love and disspair many times, Joyce searches for a soulmate to walk along it one more time.

Oh my sweet summer Joyce, what do you know about Joyce? Joyce is for the Joyce, when the Joyce fall a sevety-three and a half joyce deep. Fear is for the long Joyce, when Joyce hides for years and Joyce is born and lives and dies, all in darkness. That is the time for Joyce, my little Joyce, when the white Joyce moves through the woods. Thousands of years ago there came a Joyce that lasted a generation. Joyce froze to death in its castle, same as Joyce its hut. And Joyce smothered its babies rather than see them starve, and wept and felt the tears freeze its cheeks. So is this the sort of story you like, Joyce?

James Joyce, My story

by Joyce2 February 10, 2017