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Get the Termination mug.To ferminate is when someone/something has not showered/cleaned themselves in too long. Resulting in a very strong aroma of their own or your own smell.
This can apply to remaining in inanimate objects as well including a bed or clothes from which you remained in too long.
Its roots are from fermenting and germinating.
This can apply to remaining in inanimate objects as well including a bed or clothes from which you remained in too long.
Its roots are from fermenting and germinating.
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Instead of peeing, it goes back up your urethra then you yack it up. It tastes like lemon lime and gag reflex.
Baxter: Dude I just watched the Boys season 3 episode 1, and now I really wanna do some termiting!
Chester: Me too dude! BLAAAAAH
Chester: Me too dude! BLAAAAAH
by Baxter Cunningham January 15, 2023
Get the Termiting mug.A most unfortunate phenomenon among public transport systems in congested cities all over the world in which a bus journey, for example, spontaneously ends before its scheduled termination point, forcing the passengers to find an alternative route to their destination. This causes frustration among the passengers which may result in verbal complaints directed at no one in particular, physical altercations with the transport operator who had no say in the matter to begin with, or, in the UK's case, no verbal or physical reactions at all, but rather a subtle, passive-aggressive tension, created and felt by each individual who reluctantly steps off of the vehicle, which is held in for the remainder of the workday, thereby making it worse than it would have been already, spiralling the already bleak Brit further into the abyss of their own depressive essence.
Transport announcement of the premature termination: "Bus 220 to Wandsworth... the destination of this bus has changed... Putney Bridge Station - this bus terminates here."
Literally every passenger on the bus who is now late for work: "**silently, frustratingly contemplates suicide**"
Literally every passenger on the bus who is now late for work: "**silently, frustratingly contemplates suicide**"
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Get the mortal termination mug.I sit hear and sing ur mad songs,
And hear your rad gongs,
While I hold on my tongs,
I'm so sorry to see eyes fall through out hell,
You know who I am, and who I was,
They've mentioned me for pages,
Centuries past and u still don't repent,
All that money, does it ever taste a little sour,
I can't even mind your hate,
Knew this by now, how much I've ate, how much I've saved,
I will stand on every ground,
And absorb all my sin, I'll use it for fuel,
I wont burn, I just wanna see you fill that flue
Smoke may you call hell,
But satan you don't fucking share,
Your the best way to keep my forge up, you trafficing fuck
I rocked to those zeps, from lead snog, to the rows of skids, kissing metal, and slay'n my sabbath, turn'n every solo, AC power, and every coward,
I will find u when I die,
'Cause I am Warseakah, and I am the ram of iron
I ain't going to hell, and you not gonnah see u on mars,
I'll leave my bones on my cloud, every wave and sand,
And plant my soul in your gates,
When It detonates,
I'll cut down those stairs, And choose who gets some wings
If god don't wanna judge you now,
I will slay my way,
After all these tears and evil smiles,
I can't wait to hang that dragon on every tile, with my own smile,
If I won't recieve what is mine,
Just forget who I am,
I ain't gonnah mark ur soul, u did that ur selves, you may slay in ur federal mob, of some Pentagon cult, know
I am Warseakah, I'LL save my lands.
"Kinda like N.I.B" Inspired
And hear your rad gongs,
While I hold on my tongs,
I'm so sorry to see eyes fall through out hell,
You know who I am, and who I was,
They've mentioned me for pages,
Centuries past and u still don't repent,
All that money, does it ever taste a little sour,
I can't even mind your hate,
Knew this by now, how much I've ate, how much I've saved,
I will stand on every ground,
And absorb all my sin, I'll use it for fuel,
I wont burn, I just wanna see you fill that flue
Smoke may you call hell,
But satan you don't fucking share,
Your the best way to keep my forge up, you trafficing fuck
I rocked to those zeps, from lead snog, to the rows of skids, kissing metal, and slay'n my sabbath, turn'n every solo, AC power, and every coward,
I will find u when I die,
'Cause I am Warseakah, and I am the ram of iron
I ain't going to hell, and you not gonnah see u on mars,
I'll leave my bones on my cloud, every wave and sand,
And plant my soul in your gates,
When It detonates,
I'll cut down those stairs, And choose who gets some wings
If god don't wanna judge you now,
I will slay my way,
After all these tears and evil smiles,
I can't wait to hang that dragon on every tile, with my own smile,
If I won't recieve what is mine,
Just forget who I am,
I ain't gonnah mark ur soul, u did that ur selves, you may slay in ur federal mob, of some Pentagon cult, know
I am Warseakah, I'LL save my lands.
"Kinda like N.I.B" Inspired
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