nicki minaj and the barbz and bad bitches 🦄💗 ain’t no fandom can compare. STREAM WHAT THAT SPEED BOUT 🧃💗
by minajway November 12, 2020
Get the bad bitchmug. yeah you know that kid yeah? the wanna be gangsta with the cheap stunts (eg poppin up a bike tire, lighting a fire) then gettin caught and goes crying back to mommy
ey niam
yeah fam
wassup
nothin wanna pop a bike tire and lite sum fiyas?
nah blad stop being such a local bad boy
nah fam im ur local bad boi
yeah fam
wassup
nothin wanna pop a bike tire and lite sum fiyas?
nah blad stop being such a local bad boy
nah fam im ur local bad boi
by poggers? June 2, 2021
Get the ur local bad boimug. A lumbering, sub-human brute with a bulbous frame and an unnaturally wide base. His thick, fat, calloused hooves are often crammed into women’s footwear. His face, a big, dumb, perfectly round slab of confusion, sits atop his hairy mass, though his scalp remains curiously barren. He speaks in a slow, monotone drawl, as if each word is a struggle against his own stupidity.
Chronically late to work and a walking medical mystery (at least in his own mind), he suffers from an extreme case of hypochondria. His days are punctuated by dramatic medical ailments, followed by frantic calls for an ambulance to ferry him from his own home, only for doctors to confirm, yet again, that absolutely nothing is wrong.
A connoisseur of filth, this swamp-dwelling specimen produces greasy, bile-ridden shits at an alarming rate. He is a walking biohazard, harboring every known strain of hepatitis along with a few that science has yet to discover.
Despite his Neanderthal-like attributes, Brad possesses a shockingly average IQ. However, his dental history suggests a level of neglect that has single-handedly funded his dentist’s children’s college tuition. Though Big Bad Brad’s underwear is often covered in matted hair and shit, he remains a friend to all and, in his free time, a self-proclaimed world-class chiropractor, despite having no formal training or hygiene standards.
Chronically late to work and a walking medical mystery (at least in his own mind), he suffers from an extreme case of hypochondria. His days are punctuated by dramatic medical ailments, followed by frantic calls for an ambulance to ferry him from his own home, only for doctors to confirm, yet again, that absolutely nothing is wrong.
A connoisseur of filth, this swamp-dwelling specimen produces greasy, bile-ridden shits at an alarming rate. He is a walking biohazard, harboring every known strain of hepatitis along with a few that science has yet to discover.
Despite his Neanderthal-like attributes, Brad possesses a shockingly average IQ. However, his dental history suggests a level of neglect that has single-handedly funded his dentist’s children’s college tuition. Though Big Bad Brad’s underwear is often covered in matted hair and shit, he remains a friend to all and, in his free time, a self-proclaimed world-class chiropractor, despite having no formal training or hygiene standards.
After clogging the toilet for the third time that week, Bad News Brad waddled out, wiped his sweaty brow, and blamed it on his undiagnosed heart condition.
by Dwaggerbomb March 13, 2025
Get the Bad News Bradmug. A confessional. In Catholicism, it’s required to confess your sins to a priest inside a fully enclosed booth. This is part of the sacrament of reconciliation, and must be done in order to be in good standing with the church. Sins can be major like killing someone to something minor such as masturbating or smoking weed. Either way, they both must be confessed the same.
John: I had the craziest night last night, hotboxed it with Julia before she gave me head for 30 minutes.
Paul: Thats dope bro. Gonna go to the bad boy booth this Sunday?
John: Of course, I kinda have to.
Paul: Thats dope bro. Gonna go to the bad boy booth this Sunday?
John: Of course, I kinda have to.
by TriBeCaBoy56 August 10, 2024
Get the bad boy boothmug. by Isthatzayyy May 4, 2022
Get the Bad rue ma nawmug. by RPlath March 10, 2023
Get the so badmug.