1. Any name for a group of constantly quibbling infants.
2. A group strictly comprised of men with little to no facial hair.
3. A slang name for a person who picks the deodorant out of his dads armpit hair with his teeth, fingernails, or any other body part consisting on mainly bone or cartilage.
2. A group strictly comprised of men with little to no facial hair.
3. A slang name for a person who picks the deodorant out of his dads armpit hair with his teeth, fingernails, or any other body part consisting on mainly bone or cartilage.
1. You guys should stop being an ash tree lane or you'll never get any work done.
2. HAHA, dude did you see that group of pre-teens? They were a total ash tree lane! They all had bare faces!
3. Your mum is an ash tree lane.
2. HAHA, dude did you see that group of pre-teens? They were a total ash tree lane! They all had bare faces!
3. Your mum is an ash tree lane.
by THE BEARDED BANDIT! February 02, 2010
The cult of the tree is (probably was now tho) a cult where boys, girls and sponges from tiktok are taking trees for there boss and try to turn everybody in their cult. They use a lot of filter for making their face scary but they look like clowns
by Abitchinabottle June 27, 2020
Hey dad, whys that tree all alone out in that field?
Well son back in the day that's where the slaves sat to get shade. So it's called a slave tree.
Well son back in the day that's where the slaves sat to get shade. So it's called a slave tree.
by Ash Bee June 29, 2018
Did you hear about Rachel? She got Philadelphia Dollar Tree’d the other day. She said her leg was covered in jizz.
by BigRoostah July 13, 2024
The TBHK AU where Kou is really sad and a tree kills his sister and stuff.
I have a really bad addiction to it.
I have a really bad addiction to it.
by poIaris December 31, 2022
Trees are like love, the strongest ones are those that went through the most. It usually never start strong, it could be cultivated by a professional scammer who kept dying and a god who can't stop living. The god who never cared about mortals came to protect one. The man who saw bonds as currency made one that's worth more than life itself. The god, despite having a clear path to escape, found himself back at the blazing desert yearning for the mortal that roots deep within him a tree that can never fall, one that stood tall through the death of spring and the winter storm, one that not even time can kill.
The man who tried desperately to survive decided to lay his life down for his sunshine to win, begging to die a third time - the last. The all knowing god suddenly speechless facing the man he spent his lives to protect. surrounded by cactuses and the voices of the dead, they spent their last time fighting each other, each punch was a thousand sorry. carrying out the will of the dead, the god won the worst loss of his lives. He stared at the horizon beyond the cliff, bidding his farewell to his feelings and to this world as a whole. He walked towards the sky, spreading his wings yet he did not fly. Only then, the tree stopped existing
The man who tried desperately to survive decided to lay his life down for his sunshine to win, begging to die a third time - the last. The all knowing god suddenly speechless facing the man he spent his lives to protect. surrounded by cactuses and the voices of the dead, they spent their last time fighting each other, each punch was a thousand sorry. carrying out the will of the dead, the god won the worst loss of his lives. He stared at the horizon beyond the cliff, bidding his farewell to his feelings and to this world as a whole. He walked towards the sky, spreading his wings yet he did not fly. Only then, the tree stopped existing
"I’m technically free of his bonds, but I feel like I’ve got this moral obligation now. I don’t understand— I can’t let him die. I just— I don’t want to see him go"
And so, even the most unlikely people can grow the only tree in the middle of a desert.
And so, even the most unlikely people can grow the only tree in the middle of a desert.
by FindmeIdareyou April 06, 2022
by Blameitonthewhiskey September 17, 2018