An atmospheric occurrence where summer is guaranteed to be delayed until after Independence Day due to nearly continuous rain in the Pacific Northwest. This is intermixed with mother nature's taunting of occasional one or two days of 60's in late winter or early spring. A sure-fire way to send Pacific Northwesterners into deeper depression.
Well Bob, don't be fooled by those couple days of 60's in April, summer isn't going to start till July 5th since we're still in fucking June-uary.
by Poofyjacketman June 6, 2022
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A creepy little chicken-wing-obsessed fuckstick who sits alone like a greasy goblin in the cafeteria, grinning like he just nutted in someone’s milk. This bony four-eyed bitch reeks of Walmart buffalo sauce and social anxiety. Doesn’t talk. Doesn’t blink. Just stares, chews, and looks like he’s plotting to fuck your entire existence sideways. You sit near him, you’re cursed. Period. Dirty fingers. Empty soul. Fuckin’ menace.
A creepy little chicken-wing-obsessed fuckstick who sits alone like a greasy goblin in the cafeteria, grinning like he just nutted in someone’s milk. This bony four-eyed bitch reeks of Walmart buffalo sauce and social anxiety. Doesn’t talk. Doesn’t blink. Just stares, chews, and looks like he’s plotting to fuck your entire existence sideways. You sit near him, you’re cursed. Period. Dirty fingers. Empty soul. Fuckin’ menace.
“Yo Zack, Thomas, and Samkie — The Smiling Uardo was sittin’ there, fingers covered in sticky-ass chicken grease and some nasty-ass cum-looking shit. That disgusting fucker’s like a goddamn walking swamp of wing sauce and nasty goo. Just being near The Smiling Uardo makes me wanna puke my guts out.”
by TheJizzNegusLegend July 2, 2025
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