The act of smoking marijuana then getting into a sun-baked vehicle with a female and turning on your seat warmers (if applicable). Once you have accomplished the prior tasks, you then ask said female to perform fellatio and continue to drive with your windows up. The combination causes intense grundle sweat that, combined with the hair and fecal matter from your anus, can produce something something called "The Flying Earle" which immediately strikes your victim in the face with one single flap of the cheeks (fart).
"Tyler's mom came over to the house the other day asking for sugar. I took her to the grocery store, but hit her with The Flying Earle on the way there."
"My favorite thing to do when I'm baked is go for a nice ride with my girl and blast her with The Flying Earle."
A fringe one obtains once one has attained a particular level of success.
'So after I become head press officer, I'm just going get a, like, a power fringe, you know what I mean?' At which point her sister collapsed on the tube floor, dying with laughter.
dont give a flyingflip combines dont give a fuck and flying fuck a non vulgar non offensive way to tell some one you dont give a fuck when cussing and profanity are out of the question or are not wanted
dude you stood me up at the theater last night
man did not stand you up at the theater i told you walk home i dont give flyingflip about your feelings
dude you are cold and mean and i dont give a flyingflip about your feelings either
A skillful and rare manoeuvre made only by the most sly and daring of emos when their gay fringe pisses them off to such an extent that any hint of self-control and/or restraint that they had over themselves disappears. The initial relief that the emo experiences upon flicking their homosexual hair out of their face is near orgasmic...but I suppose anything is in comparison to the mental agony they're in...
"Dammit, I can't see a thing..."
*Bumps into a lampost*
"Oh God...That hurt...That lampost totally, like, didn't understand me...I can feel the pain coursing right through me, tearing me apart from the inside, just like when I get my gay fringe cut at the hairdressers'...I'll cut myself when I get home so I can deal with all of my imaginary problems better...Of course, the pain's nothing compared to the emotional pain I'm in...This fringe is getting too much...I can't take it anymore...Maybe if I just give it a quick flick, no one will notice and I'll be able to see where I'm going for a split second...But...What if someone sees? They won't think of me as being 'hardcore' anymore...Uh...Oh, fuck it. It's all in my eyes and up my nose and it tickles."
*Fringe flick*
"Ahhh..."