by David McQuillan March 28, 2003
The tendency to jump on someone new who is decently attractive, or just a member of the opposite sex, upon their entrance or introduction. FMS is found in both genders but much more prevalent in males, those with it can easily be spotted in internet chatrooms, forums, bars and/or any type of group gathering scene.
Upon the entrance of a new female into a chatroom, suddenly all the idle male chatters begin chatting with her. Trying to score brownie points with her by pretending to be concerned or interested in what she has to say.
by Anghang May 05, 2004
Part B
Fear - Another common side-effect is fear itself. There has been many cases of fear and panic spreading throughout an area just from the mere mention of DIAB. One unofficial record of DIAB's effect is "The War of the Worlds" radio broadcast. If you tuned in to the Columbia Broadcasting System on October 30, 1938 Just after the opening theme of Piano Concerto No. 1, by Pyotr Ilyich Tchaikovsky, the microphone flips on about 3 seconds too early and catches Orson Welles gagging and exclaiming his hatred of Tussionex. "Damn Death in a Bottle!" And he proceeds to vomit on the studio floor. A few minutes later, they continued on with the show. The microphones shut off immediately after he uttered the phrase, but it was too late. Panic ensued with many people fleeing the New York Area from Post-traumatic stress disorder (PTSD) associated with DIAB.
Fear - Another common side-effect is fear itself. There has been many cases of fear and panic spreading throughout an area just from the mere mention of DIAB. One unofficial record of DIAB's effect is "The War of the Worlds" radio broadcast. If you tuned in to the Columbia Broadcasting System on October 30, 1938 Just after the opening theme of Piano Concerto No. 1, by Pyotr Ilyich Tchaikovsky, the microphone flips on about 3 seconds too early and catches Orson Welles gagging and exclaiming his hatred of Tussionex. "Damn Death in a Bottle!" And he proceeds to vomit on the studio floor. A few minutes later, they continued on with the show. The microphones shut off immediately after he uttered the phrase, but it was too late. Panic ensued with many people fleeing the New York Area from Post-traumatic stress disorder (PTSD) associated with DIAB.
"Aww, man. My chest hurts so bad... I need some medicine." Poor soul heads over to the medicine cabinet and opens it up. "Oh, no.... I only have Tussionex (aka Death in a Bottle)... You son of a bitch. F*** this, I am going to chew on glass, would be way more satisfying."
by Heavensfury January 11, 2010
by Vincent Bradley "V8" October 18, 2008
The Glesga Kiss.
I remember my first kiss like it wis only yesterday.
An’ I’ve goat the marks across my foreheid jist tae prove it.
It wis in the West End Ballroom, it’s nae longer there they say.
An’ I’m glad the Glesga Cooncil decided tae move it.
There wis this wee blonde wumman, she looked a guid wee dancer.
So I dashed across the flerr at considerable speed.
The wumman saw me comin’, sayin’, ‘here’s that bow-legged chancer.’
An’ she hit me oan the foreheid wi’ her heid.
I cannae remember her name, och! It’s a’ the bloody same.
I’m bein’ hurled aroon’ the Royal oan a barra.
My shirt’s a’ fu’ o’ bleed, wi’ fifteen stitches in my foreheid.
An’ the Doctor says I’ll no’ see for days, because o’ her mascara.
I swore it wid be the last time I’d be goin’ tae the dancin’.
There surely must be a safer way tae carry oan romancin’.
I remember my first kiss like it wis only yesterday.
An’ I’ve goat the marks across my foreheid jist tae prove it.
It wis in the West End Ballroom, it’s nae longer there they say.
An’ I’m glad the Glesga Cooncil decided tae move it.
There wis this wee blonde wumman, she looked a guid wee dancer.
So I dashed across the flerr at considerable speed.
The wumman saw me comin’, sayin’, ‘here’s that bow-legged chancer.’
An’ she hit me oan the foreheid wi’ her heid.
I cannae remember her name, och! It’s a’ the bloody same.
I’m bein’ hurled aroon’ the Royal oan a barra.
My shirt’s a’ fu’ o’ bleed, wi’ fifteen stitches in my foreheid.
An’ the Doctor says I’ll no’ see for days, because o’ her mascara.
I swore it wid be the last time I’d be goin’ tae the dancin’.
There surely must be a safer way tae carry oan romancin’.
by joseph sharp January 11, 2004
When your outside and its so hot u have sweat running down the crack of your ass SBC aka sweaty butt crack.
I was on a date the other afternoon at the park and had some serious SBC aka sweaty butt crack going on and was freaked out she would notice!
by SexyTexan January 11, 2012
Addicted to Trending.
Wannabe "influencers" with no real social media presence. They are mostly female (but dudes too) who troll & scroll all day, looking for "dope" shit to post strictly for the sake of Likes and followers. They have profiles on EVERY known platform and usually go heavy on the hashtag & filters.
Basically, page sluts.
Also; any person easy to fuck just on the strength of your web fame or post game.
whoreinfluencertrendingsocial media fakepopgameweb
Wannabe "influencers" with no real social media presence. They are mostly female (but dudes too) who troll & scroll all day, looking for "dope" shit to post strictly for the sake of Likes and followers. They have profiles on EVERY known platform and usually go heavy on the hashtag & filters.
Basically, page sluts.
Also; any person easy to fuck just on the strength of your web fame or post game.
whoreinfluencertrendingsocial media fakepopgameweb
Click-Flip (aka hype dyke)?"oh, that's my Click-Flip"" Man, that fool be hype dyking heavy on tha gram" "Shit was lit! Badd bithes, but mostly click-flips tho" "Bro, I took her to the Laker game...she was scrolling the whole time. Str8 hype dyke!" "Click flippin tonite!!! After that post, I'm running mentions. Bet I get some!"
by Clara Blanqy November 28, 2018