adjective, noun
1. The reckless, high-velocity act of launching yourself out of life’s chaos, sometimes literally, like unbuckling your seatbelt and flooring it into a wall, or tying a rope to a sturdy ceiling fan and stepping off. Mainstreamed by MandatoryFunDay on YouTube, it’s the urge to yeet yourself forever into the void, but also the choice to swerve away from it with +10 agility.
2. A darkly ironic state of mind where you flirt with self-destruction but flex your mental grip to keep running past it. It’s about outpacing the impulse to crash out for good.
#MandatoryFunDay #YeetLife #MentalAgility #DarkHumor #SelfDodge #CeilingFanVibes #SeatbeltOff
1. The reckless, high-velocity act of launching yourself out of life’s chaos, sometimes literally, like unbuckling your seatbelt and flooring it into a wall, or tying a rope to a sturdy ceiling fan and stepping off. Mainstreamed by MandatoryFunDay on YouTube, it’s the urge to yeet yourself forever into the void, but also the choice to swerve away from it with +10 agility.
2. A darkly ironic state of mind where you flirt with self-destruction but flex your mental grip to keep running past it. It’s about outpacing the impulse to crash out for good.
#MandatoryFunDay #YeetLife #MentalAgility #DarkHumor #SelfDodge #CeilingFanVibes #SeatbeltOff
Example 1: "Staring at the ceiling fan, I felt the forever yeet calling—but I grabbed my hoodie and dodged that vibe instead."
Example 2: "He’s forever yeet material—unbuckled and speeding—but he’s still here, laughing it off."
Example 2: "He’s forever yeet material—unbuckled and speeding—but he’s still here, laughing it off."
by ImperialFleet1 March 17, 2025
Get the Forever yeetmug. You throw a young, preferably a baby, in which you have a celebration about the anniversary of the formation of the USSR.
We shall feast on the flesh of our enemies and yeet their young in celebration of the anniversary of the formation of the USSR!
by DeetusYeletus December 14, 2018
Get the Yeetmug. by urfunnybruh January 12, 2020
Get the Yeetmug. I walked with my empty can up to the trash can. I had to options: 1. To gently place the can in the trash, 2. To yeet that turtle-killing machine into the trash.
I could feel my heart pumping; wondering what was going to happen. The trash can and myself came level and with natural instinct, I raised my muscular right arm and YEETED that motherfucker into the trash. The can bounced like a ball in a game of pin ball and crumbled in on itself.
I am the master. The master of Yeeting.
I could feel my heart pumping; wondering what was going to happen. The trash can and myself came level and with natural instinct, I raised my muscular right arm and YEETED that motherfucker into the trash. The can bounced like a ball in a game of pin ball and crumbled in on itself.
I am the master. The master of Yeeting.
by YeetMaster101 April 20, 2019
Get the Yeetmug. by YEETmaster1222333 March 24, 2020
Get the Yeetmug. by ur dad left 123 October 29, 2020
Get the yeetmug. 