A condition involving nausea,bloating,diarrhea,and general indigestion experienced after eating creamy and acidic soup, such as tomato bisque, at a restaurant. This condition can last anywhere from 8 to 48 hours,is worsened by the consumption of alcohol, but can be alleviated by a simple anti-acid supplement.
by hel112570 June 13, 2018
Opposite to 'Good Soup', an absolutely horrible, discreetly horrendous, exceedingly abysmal thing or action preformed by anyone. The power behind this word is too much to fathom and yet even comprehend to even the most intelligent minds; this is the insult of the Gods. The universal no-no, the one and only; single worst sin you could possibly ever do is the representation of 'Bad Soup'. This is the most ultimate, divine, sacred, godly insult in the entire universe. Worse than all punishment possible, impossible, existent, and inexistent. Some say the extinction of the Australian continent in 2132 oh crap you weren't supposed to know that was cause by a single person whispering under their breath; "Bad soup".
Don't get called this.
Don't get called this.
"A man; fierce and large stood at the entrance of the local bar. His height rivaled the door in which he entered in, giving a charismatic nod to all of the ladies whom reside inside. He smiled; bringing his black dashing sunglasses to rest upon his hairline. A man he knew well sneered from the back wall. A man he knew very well. 'Well isn't it the old coward who broke the heart of my daughter.' The man said, watching down from his outstanding height. He puffed his chest to seem more tough than he actually was. The other man stood up; short and skinny, pale skin. He stood up from his seat; all eyes on the two men. Tensions arose in the bar. 'You broke her heart you filthy, beast.' The new audience gasped. 'You think coming here was your best choice? Maybe you should apologize then go back to your dusty old slum.' His near instant comeback sent a shiver down the little guy's spine. 'I can show you what a slum looks like!' He pulled out a photograph of his ex, her being the big man's daughter. 'You talk bad about my only daughter and you'll never see the credits roll!' He demanded. 'You're not the guy I pictured when I pictured my daughter's boyfriend. You are a rat compared to the Goddess she is.' The small man cuffed his fists and bit his lower lip. 'Well then Mr. Oden? If she is such a Goddess then why is she secretly hiding that tattoo on her ankle?' Oden grabbed onto his small leather jacket with both arms, literally lifting him up. 'You Michael. You are truly Bad Soup.'
by CharliesDaGoat May 22, 2025
Imagine a murky, viscous liquid that barely qualifies as water. It's a sickly greenish-brown hue, with an oily sheen floating on top like a toxic rainbow. The smell hits you first, a pungent mix of rotten eggs, decaying fish, and chemical waste that stings your nostrils and makes your eyes water.
When you look closer, you can see all sorts of revolting debris: clumps of algae so thick they look like miniature islands, dead insects, and even the occasional plastic bag or discarded syringe. The water is warm to the touch, not with the warmth of a natural spring, but with the unsettling heat of industrial runoff.
Tiny bubbles rise to the surface, not from oxygenation but from the gases of decomposition. If you dare to disturb the surface, you'd see a cloud of sediment rise from the bottom, revealing bits of what might have once been plant life or small animals, now unrecognizable in decay.
This water doesn't just look and smell bad; it feels wrong. It's sticky and leaves a residue on anything it touches, suggesting high levels of pollutants, heavy metals, and perhaps worse, unknown chemical compounds.
It's the kind of water that you'd expect to find in the aftermath of an environmental disaster, where industrial waste, sewage, and neglect have conspired to create a liquid so foul that it serves as a stark warning of human impact on nature. This isn't just water; it's a toxic soup, a testament to the darkest corners of pollution on our planet.
When you look closer, you can see all sorts of revolting debris: clumps of algae so thick they look like miniature islands, dead insects, and even the occasional plastic bag or discarded syringe. The water is warm to the touch, not with the warmth of a natural spring, but with the unsettling heat of industrial runoff.
Tiny bubbles rise to the surface, not from oxygenation but from the gases of decomposition. If you dare to disturb the surface, you'd see a cloud of sediment rise from the bottom, revealing bits of what might have once been plant life or small animals, now unrecognizable in decay.
This water doesn't just look and smell bad; it feels wrong. It's sticky and leaves a residue on anything it touches, suggesting high levels of pollutants, heavy metals, and perhaps worse, unknown chemical compounds.
It's the kind of water that you'd expect to find in the aftermath of an environmental disaster, where industrial waste, sewage, and neglect have conspired to create a liquid so foul that it serves as a stark warning of human impact on nature. This isn't just water; it's a toxic soup, a testament to the darkest corners of pollution on our planet.
The Jeet Soup in the river was the result of Indians deciding that their personal hygiene was best practiced in public, turning the water into a fragrant nightmare.
After a dip in Jeet Soup, you'll gain the superpower of repelling people within a 10-mile radius with just your scent.
The harbor's Jeet Soup was the aftermath of a cultural exchange where Indians and Pakistanis decided the sea was their bath, leaving behind a scent that repelled even the fish.
I triple dog dare you to jump into the Jeet Soup!
Remember, the only thing you'll gain from a swim in Jeet Soup is a reputation that'll make you the punchline of every environmental disaster joke.
After a dip in Jeet Soup, you'll gain the superpower of repelling people within a 10-mile radius with just your scent.
The harbor's Jeet Soup was the aftermath of a cultural exchange where Indians and Pakistanis decided the sea was their bath, leaving behind a scent that repelled even the fish.
I triple dog dare you to jump into the Jeet Soup!
Remember, the only thing you'll gain from a swim in Jeet Soup is a reputation that'll make you the punchline of every environmental disaster joke.
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