When you place a call on your cell phone and you get the annoying recording saying that "the person you are trying to reach is unavailable at this time, please try your call again later" and then the phone disconnects. Millions of morons are twittering, twattering, texting, sexting, calling, watching videos and otherwise tying up valuable bandwidth so your most important call can't go through.
Dude one- Damn I am trying to reach my babe and all I keep getting is this stupid recording saying to try the call again later.
Dude two- Sounds like you fell off the bandwidth, man.
Dude two- Sounds like you fell off the bandwidth, man.
by superaynumerouno December 23, 2009
Get the fell off the bandwidthmug. The feeling of life continuing after the mind receives answers to questions in which the mind ponders
by Fell golden September 21, 2014
Get the Fell Goldenmug. <.7.9.7.6.>P.s. the white light isn t wat its cracked up to be its all black and it feels good not that i want it to happen is that its fell like u rid ir self of evrything bad and floating away<.7.9.7.6.>
<.7.9.7.6.>P.s. the white light isn t wat its cracked up to be its all black and it feels good not that i want it to happen is that its fell like u rid ir self of evrything bad and floating away<.7.9.7.6.>
by TheGeneralGenitalsPranksterian May 16, 2025
Get the <.7.9.7.6.>P.s. the white light isn t wat its cracked up to be its all black and it feels good not that i want it to happen is that its fell like u rid ir self of evrything bad and floating away<.7.9.7.6.>mug. Once on a time, as poets sing
High tales with fancy laden,
Born of a very noble king
There lived a wondrous maiden.
An only child, her kinsfolk boon,
So fair, imagination faints;
As though amidst the stars the moon,
Or Mary amidst the saints.
From 'neath the castle's dark retreat,
Her silent way she wended
Each evening to the window-seat
Where Lucifer attended.
And secretly, with never fail,
She watched his double race,
Where vessels drew their pathless trail
Across the ocean's face.
And as intent she drank his light,
Desire was quickly there;
While he who saw her every night
Soon fell in love with her.
And sitting thus with rested head,
Her elbows on the sill,
Her heart by youthful fancy led
Did with deep longing fill.
While he, a brilliant shining spark,
Glowed always yet more clear
Towards the castle tall and dark
Where she would soon appear.
Until one night with shower of rays
He slips into her room,
As though a strange and silver haze
Did round about her loom.
And when at last the child to rest
Upon her sofa lies,
He lays her arms across her breast
And closes her soft eyes.
While where his ray on mirror lands
And is upon her couch red rifted,
It falls upon her throat and hands
And on her face uplifted.
A smile is on her lips it seems;
He in the mirror trembles,
For smooth his ray glides midst her dreams
And round her soul assembles.
And while she is in slumber gone
She murmurs through her sighs:
Never mind!
M.E
High tales with fancy laden,
Born of a very noble king
There lived a wondrous maiden.
An only child, her kinsfolk boon,
So fair, imagination faints;
As though amidst the stars the moon,
Or Mary amidst the saints.
From 'neath the castle's dark retreat,
Her silent way she wended
Each evening to the window-seat
Where Lucifer attended.
And secretly, with never fail,
She watched his double race,
Where vessels drew their pathless trail
Across the ocean's face.
And as intent she drank his light,
Desire was quickly there;
While he who saw her every night
Soon fell in love with her.
And sitting thus with rested head,
Her elbows on the sill,
Her heart by youthful fancy led
Did with deep longing fill.
While he, a brilliant shining spark,
Glowed always yet more clear
Towards the castle tall and dark
Where she would soon appear.
Until one night with shower of rays
He slips into her room,
As though a strange and silver haze
Did round about her loom.
And when at last the child to rest
Upon her sofa lies,
He lays her arms across her breast
And closes her soft eyes.
While where his ray on mirror lands
And is upon her couch red rifted,
It falls upon her throat and hands
And on her face uplifted.
A smile is on her lips it seems;
He in the mirror trembles,
For smooth his ray glides midst her dreams
And round her soul assembles.
And while she is in slumber gone
She murmurs through her sighs:
Never mind!
M.E
by VIS84 May 29, 2021
Get the The Saint Who Fellmug. by mysteriouspamdefinerr65 March 4, 2025
Get the dang your socks fell!mug. To naively walk into a setup or situation that's embarrassing or ends badly, especially when trying to be helpful, kind, or unsuspectingly cooperative. Usually implies that the person should have known better, but got blindsided anyway. Often due to being too nice, too trusting, or just not thinking it through.
“She swore her ex was ‘just a friend.’ Fell for the soup hard.”
“Manager asked if I could ‘just stay 10 minutes late.’ Two hours later… yeah, I fell for the soup.”
“He promised he just needed a ride across town. Ended up dragging me to three different stops. Fell for the soup.”
“Manager asked if I could ‘just stay 10 minutes late.’ Two hours later… yeah, I fell for the soup.”
“He promised he just needed a ride across town. Ended up dragging me to three different stops. Fell for the soup.”
by poisondaggers September 26, 2025
Get the Fell for the soupmug. 