moonso of gloggy bon fized moycon deft b lopa

A phrase written hastily on a piece of plywood, the floor of a hastily constructed drainage pipe house. My friend asked me to read the phrase. I did and it was awesome, and we used it for the next 10 years, mainly to confuse people, as we would randomly say the phrase in conversation. Shortly after the day it was written, my friend "translated" the phrase. The only word I now recall was "moycon" it translated as "marihuana"

Me: moonso of gloggy bon fized moycon deft b lopa. You: LOL Yeah man, I dig it.

by anonymous November 9, 2021

Human de Filet

That raw, tender state of being where life has sliced, diced, and sautéed you on its stress-filled skillet. You’re cracked open, stretched thin, and barely holding together—like a broken vase patched up with duct tape and sheer stubbornness. A Human de Filet is fragile yet somehow functional, balancing on the edge of disaster with the grace of someone who refuses to crumble.
Ideal for those moments when you’re a walking disaster and an oddly captivating work of art at the same time.

Here I am, looking in the mirror – cracked, torn, sweating piece of meat, but still holding that human de filet condition.

I’m losing hair every day, biting my nails, scratching random body parts, but I’m still that perfect, fancy-ass human de filet!

- Hey, Jake! How are you?
- Human de filet

by YaWho February 1, 2025