The name for shy, introverted, sexy, tall, guy.
Follower of Jesus Christ’.
Strong, determined man.
Greek.
Follower of Jesus Christ’.
Strong, determined man.
Greek.
by Yannis with a ‘s’ September 21, 2018
An exclamation brought to life by two members of the epic '06 class of 2020 at a school called P.P.S.
Best used on your boomer teachers like the following
or just when something makes you kinda butthurt happens
Best used on your boomer teachers like the following
or just when something makes you kinda butthurt happens
by DC2006PPS March 11, 2020
another stupid hack New Age "composer" who wants to be a pianist and synthesizer whiz who writes bloated, pompous artsy-fartsy puke that is nothing more than elevator muzak for the modern age we live in. This wretched garbage called "New Age" is just corporate modern-day elevator music consisting of overblown "classical" pretension with just enough of a post-Pink Floyd touch to make it more updated. Utterly disposable. There is much better instrumental music around. Hell, Pink Floyd has done far better instrumentals. Check them out, they kick Yawn-ee's ass any day.
1. in college, many women I knew there swore up and down about the merits of the music of Yanni. I listened to the suggestions of my friends and opened my musical horizons, listening beyond the box. Roxy Music is awesome, Nick Lowe is a witty rockin' dude, and I just couldn't get into Harry Connick, Jr. at all. Well, I saw a PBS special that featured Yanni live at home in Greece and man did it ever ess you cee kay. Totally poofy trash.
2. I was visiting a friend's house shortly after he got married. He slipped in a Yanni disc and read off some yucky love "lyrics" that he wrote to the music. I was laying on a bed hearing it all, and it was all Barf City. The lyrics were cliched and sickening to the max, and the "music" - well, it just plain sucked big time. The only word that could accurately describe it all was "godawful". It was one of those things that never should've been done. Yeeeccchhh.
2. I was visiting a friend's house shortly after he got married. He slipped in a Yanni disc and read off some yucky love "lyrics" that he wrote to the music. I was laying on a bed hearing it all, and it was all Barf City. The lyrics were cliched and sickening to the max, and the "music" - well, it just plain sucked big time. The only word that could accurately describe it all was "godawful". It was one of those things that never should've been done. Yeeeccchhh.
by I Saw U2 Live Twice June 07, 2007
by Dave February 01, 2004
by qwertyuiop WOT March 31, 2020