by A person who likes explaining December 30, 2022
by Ryan the coole May 09, 2022
The concieved notion that you can accomplish anything, simply because it is required of you in that moment. Even if you have no background of doing this or there's been no setup for you being able to do this in the past.
Basically a lousy way to explain away a Deus Ex Machina.
Basically a lousy way to explain away a Deus Ex Machina.
As seen on the Flash:
The Flash somehow manages to get a train to vibrate at the same speed he is, so that the train goes through some rubble in the road.
Later:
Kid Flash: "How did you do that?"
Flash: "Because I had to."
Me, watching the show: That's some Flash train-logic right there!"
The Flash somehow manages to get a train to vibrate at the same speed he is, so that the train goes through some rubble in the road.
Later:
Kid Flash: "How did you do that?"
Flash: "Because I had to."
Me, watching the show: That's some Flash train-logic right there!"
by BoxerJoe June 02, 2017
The arc in demon slayer which they absolutely dog shits on a demon that has taken the form of a train with the help of baby Rengoku who is absolutely shat on by Big Busty Boi Akaza by a punch through the chest a punch through the damn chest that's not winning that's called being Dogwater.
by fingerlikinbooty March 17, 2023
A Chocha-Train is a thirsty whore and/or slut with a wide set vagina. Though a woman, a Chocha-Train is referred to as an “it” due to the lack of self respect & its resemblance to a locomotive. Like packman, a Chocha Train consumes all of the dick in its path. It needs to be subdued.
1. If I ever have a daughter I would never name her Becca cuz Becca is a Chocha-Train name!
2. Ricky’s sister is such a Chocha-Train.
3. Watch out for that Chocha-Train, it be robbin' all the dicks!
2. Ricky’s sister is such a Chocha-Train.
3. Watch out for that Chocha-Train, it be robbin' all the dicks!
by Teffii September 21, 2015
by Yeeeeeerytrjxjfds November 24, 2021
An ancient rite of passage observed in the mountainous regions of Armenia, where "bitch ass pussy men" attempt to transform into "giga gnads" by enduring a series of brutal ball-busting sessions clad in traditional spandex loincloth.
The ritual begins at dawn, with omega males chanting ancient Armenian hymns. A village priestess, known as the "Master of Misery," usually some exasperated waifu in a pair of steel-toed stiletto heels, takes center stage. One by one, the men step forward and brace themselves for the inevitable. The kicks come fast and furious, each one accompanied by a hearty "Welcome to Armenia!" from the crowd. Some men weep. Some men keel over. Some men question every life choice that led them to this moment. But they all endure, because in Armenia, penile hemorrhages are just a sign that you’re keeping it real.
By the end of the day, the mountains echo with the sounds of groans as the men limp back to their villages, all blue-balled and clutching their bruised wangs. The ones who make it through are celebrated as heroes, their swollen testicles a badge of honor. The ones who don’t are gently carried home on their shields, because a real chad come home with your shield, or on it.
This time-honored tradition, though not for the faint-hearted, has been warmly embraced by foot fetishists around the world. It is a testament to the indomitable spirit of manhood, and the unbreakable resilience of the divine scrotum.
The ritual begins at dawn, with omega males chanting ancient Armenian hymns. A village priestess, known as the "Master of Misery," usually some exasperated waifu in a pair of steel-toed stiletto heels, takes center stage. One by one, the men step forward and brace themselves for the inevitable. The kicks come fast and furious, each one accompanied by a hearty "Welcome to Armenia!" from the crowd. Some men weep. Some men keel over. Some men question every life choice that led them to this moment. But they all endure, because in Armenia, penile hemorrhages are just a sign that you’re keeping it real.
By the end of the day, the mountains echo with the sounds of groans as the men limp back to their villages, all blue-balled and clutching their bruised wangs. The ones who make it through are celebrated as heroes, their swollen testicles a badge of honor. The ones who don’t are gently carried home on their shields, because a real chad come home with your shield, or on it.
This time-honored tradition, though not for the faint-hearted, has been warmly embraced by foot fetishists around the world. It is a testament to the indomitable spirit of manhood, and the unbreakable resilience of the divine scrotum.
Grigor got tired of being bossed around by his wife so he secretly signed up for a six-week Talin Testicular Tenacity Training course on Khan Academy.
Alexei was so fucked up by Talin Testicular Tenacity Training that he ended up in the ER.
Alexei was so fucked up by Talin Testicular Tenacity Training that he ended up in the ER.
by ShaolinDropout February 23, 2025