dumbfuck 1 n dumbfuck 2 = run 4 your fucking life NOW.
oooooooh~la.
"let's go my love!""let's fly away!!""I'm like the hottest baddest biatch around!"
*passerby(meinparticular)observes*
|8.so.fucking.what.8|"POSER."
oooooooh~la.
"let's go my love!""let's fly away!!""I'm like the hottest baddest biatch around!"
*passerby(meinparticular)observes*
|8.so.fucking.what.8|"POSER."
by UdaFagette May 23, 2008
Get the |8.so.fucking.what.8|mug. Real deep crew straight outta houston texas. Called 8 Mil cuz they was rolling in 8 mil back in the 90's.
"Damn foo them 8 Mil Boyz really runnin shit man"
"Yeah bro real deep in Houston, they on sum real street shit G"
"Yeah bro real deep in Houston, they on sum real street shit G"
by 8 Milla Jilla December 2, 2020
Get the 8 Mil Boyzmug. dope. We got all dem people and we ain’t care who they are. We are completely stuffed in the brain and have very low expectations for the future. But we all love Minecraft so it’s okay. we r very generous and caring bc we filled to Christmas hampers and that is a brag.
by MineCraftgmersyeet November 12, 2019
Get the 8-5mug. Feburary 8 2023 was the day a tragedy occured, this was the day that summoned a disaster, this was the day of a perplexing event that still to this day impacts the youth both physically and mentally. The children sing it everyday its absolutely terrifying
Person: oh no its feburary 8 2023
Person 2: whats gonna happen
Person: something very bad is going to be created
Person 2: whats gonna happen
Person: something very bad is going to be created
by werykul November 21, 2023
Get the Feburary 8 2023mug. 
Person 1: "Hey man how's it going?"
Person 2: "~~(8:> I have come to eat yo cheese"
Person 1: "What even is that supposed to be"
Person 2: "A mouse."
Person 1: "Oh I get it."
Person 2: "~~(8:> I have come to eat yo cheese"
Person 1: "What even is that supposed to be"
Person 2: "A mouse."
Person 1: "Oh I get it."
by Riell August 25, 2017
Get the ~~(8:>mug. She took his hand, eyes burning with need, and guided him slowly toward the bed. Her steps were soft, but her body was alive with hunger, every movement meant to draw him closer, drive him wilder.
When she reached the edge, she turned, her gaze locked on his. Without breaking eye contact, she lay back slowly, her hair spilling across the pillow, her fair skin glowing like moonlight, smooth as milk. Her breasts rose and fell with her quickened breath, nipples already tight from his kisses.
She bent one knee, letting her thighs part just enough to tease him, her hand sliding over her stomach, lower, stopping just shy of where he ached to touch. “Come here…” she whispered, her voice sultry, dripping with promise.
He stood frozen for a heartbeat, chest heaving, devouring her with his eyes. The sight of her—spread across the bed, bare, glowing, ready—made his whole body ache. He couldn’t wait, not even a second more.
With a low groan, he crawled over her, his lips covering hers in a kiss that was raw and desperate, his hands roaming every curve. She gasped into his mouth, arching her back, pressing her breasts against his chest, her body begging for him as much as his begged for her.
Every inch of her pose, every curve she offered, drove him closer to breaking. And she smiled between gasps, knowing she had him right where she wanted—burning, trembling, undone.
When she reached the edge, she turned, her gaze locked on his. Without breaking eye contact, she lay back slowly, her hair spilling across the pillow, her fair skin glowing like moonlight, smooth as milk. Her breasts rose and fell with her quickened breath, nipples already tight from his kisses.
She bent one knee, letting her thighs part just enough to tease him, her hand sliding over her stomach, lower, stopping just shy of where he ached to touch. “Come here…” she whispered, her voice sultry, dripping with promise.
He stood frozen for a heartbeat, chest heaving, devouring her with his eyes. The sight of her—spread across the bed, bare, glowing, ready—made his whole body ache. He couldn’t wait, not even a second more.
With a low groan, he crawled over her, his lips covering hers in a kiss that was raw and desperate, his hands roaming every curve. She gasped into his mouth, arching her back, pressing her breasts against his chest, her body begging for him as much as his begged for her.
Every inch of her pose, every curve she offered, drove him closer to breaking. And she smiled between gasps, knowing she had him right where she wanted—burning, trembling, undone.
by WordWeaver & WebWeaver September 17, 2025
Get the Part 8 — Just Usmug.