by living by the book April 23, 2014
Get the godly lifemug. by OMORI-DEFINITIONS February 21, 2021
Get the Life Jammug. teenager: "Does getting married ruin your text life?"
mom: "Yes, especially since your dad doesn't know how to text."
mom: "Yes, especially since your dad doesn't know how to text."
by neosushisek December 1, 2011
Get the text lifemug. A swirling pit of disappointment, a metaphorical roller coaster, a journey, a cloud of happiness when I can finally think and hear my own thoughts in my head again.
So much craziness has happened to me lately, but well you know it's just always a typical thing in my life.
by Dream Reaper June 17, 2018
Get the My Lifemug. Cold
You know the yolk it's spreading from
You laugh as people scatter 'bout
Surrounded by a veil of stars
You realize your life is dark
Earth gets colder every day
If scientists could have their way
They'd study us from far away
And watch as people's minds decay
Cold
Your body's in the hands of fools
With swimming pools and low IQ's
There's nothing to see, nothing to do
Buy your stocks and sell your jewels
Bill collectors stole my mail
My wife and kids are all for sale
I hope to god I go to jail
And no one can come up with bail
You know the yolk it's spreading from
You laugh as people scatter 'bout
Surrounded by a veil of stars
You realize your life is dark
Earth gets colder every day
If scientists could have their way
They'd study us from far away
And watch as people's minds decay
Cold
Your body's in the hands of fools
With swimming pools and low IQ's
There's nothing to see, nothing to do
Buy your stocks and sell your jewels
Bill collectors stole my mail
My wife and kids are all for sale
I hope to god I go to jail
And no one can come up with bail
Cold Life
I can't control my buried thoughts
The slightest thing makes me distraught
I'm like the people I once fought
My every action's being bought
Robot trainers earn their pay
As mutant kids go out to play
It's such a pretty pretty day
With orange nights and days of grey
Cold
I've now become a nervous wreck
I'm getting closer to my death
I keep expecting my last breath
As all my friends just laugh and jest
The earth is such a filthy place
And human such an awful race
And I'd rather live in outer space
Where death goes at a slower pace
Cold Life
I can't control my buried thoughts
The slightest thing makes me distraught
I'm like the people I once fought
My every action's being bought
Robot trainers earn their pay
As mutant kids go out to play
It's such a pretty pretty day
With orange nights and days of grey
Cold
I've now become a nervous wreck
I'm getting closer to my death
I keep expecting my last breath
As all my friends just laugh and jest
The earth is such a filthy place
And human such an awful race
And I'd rather live in outer space
Where death goes at a slower pace
Cold Life
by Death Menace September 26, 2022
Get the Cold Lifemug. 
A lifeguard that simply sits around on their lard-ass while at work and does not pay any real attention to the swimmers. Employed officially as lifeguards, such folks seem to be completely oblivious and disconnected from their job - which is to guard and protect lives. Life-lards appear to care very little or nothing at all for the lives that they are supposedly guarding.
Life-lards tend to avoid looking at the pool as much as possible. Instead, they hide out in the office, stare into space, and/or talk incessantly to each other. Life-lards also tend to send or read text messages, as a means of avoiding looking at the pool.
by Habitus June 13, 2010
Get the life-lardmug.