I need a bad bleep. Ummm Addison Rae. Little shawty the baddest, yeah, and she got her way. These words mean alot to me because I am Addison Rae.
by 1nd1eskat0rg0rl November 16, 2020
Get the Bad Bleepmug. by sageinctrl May 2, 2022
Get the Down badmug. by Twelve Express October 28, 2020
Get the bad like bcl-2mug. A joke so horrible, so terrible, so utterly stupid...that its just as bad, or WORSE, than the groaners regularly cracked by Muppet bad comedian Fozzy Bear.
Best reacted to with a very sarcastic "Waka waka waka".
Best reacted to with a very sarcastic "Waka waka waka".
Guy 1: "What does a male Pokemon do when he wants to fuck?"
Guy 2: "Here it comes..."
Guy 1: "He gets a Cuboner!"
Guy 2: "Waka waka waka. That was so bad its Fozzy bad."
Guy 2: "Here it comes..."
Guy 1: "He gets a Cuboner!"
Guy 2: "Waka waka waka. That was so bad its Fozzy bad."
by Shiro Kusanagi September 21, 2013
Get the Fozzy badmug. Selling a faulty item or ripping people off (disrespectful price gouging). Having no respect for your business or what you represent. RUNT
by Finnly December 6, 2023
Get the Bad businessmug. Big Bad Brad (noun): 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.
Jimmy: Big Bad Brad showed up late again, wheezing like he ran a marathon wearing those damn women’s shoes.
Melvin: I swear those shoes are crying for help. Probably like his dentist every time he walks in.
Jimmy: Speaking of cries for help, what’s the over/under on his next fake medical emergency?
Melvin: Two hours—max. My money’s on “mystery heart failure” again.
Melvin: I swear those shoes are crying for help. Probably like his dentist every time he walks in.
Jimmy: Speaking of cries for help, what’s the over/under on his next fake medical emergency?
Melvin: Two hours—max. My money’s on “mystery heart failure” again.
by Dwaggerbomb March 11, 2025
Get the Big Bad Bradmug. 