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by Justin Bieber 1994 February 3, 2025
Get the Bad bitchmug. someone who is so horrendously and depressingly horny in every aspect. they are just in a terrible place and doing stuff they should be clowned for.
gary:aye someone giving head for five dollars so i went and got some brain...
delvin:ah nigga you down bad bro
delvin:ah nigga you down bad bro
by i7 Phoenix March 30, 2021
Get the down badmug. The best bitch that gets all the guys and is always in drama because they are popular and pretty. All they say is Periodt (Pooh). They are normally either a Leo, Taurus, Aries, Sagittarius, Scorpio, or a gemini. And that’s on periodt.
by Navara.periodt November 19, 2019
Get the Bad bitchmug. The sociopathic version of Will Hunting that becomes a unabomber when Skylar goes to California without him.
Will went on a killing spree in the sequel to Bad Will Hunting. The accidental killing of Skylar by his own self made bomb was what turned him sinister.
by The Original Agahnim October 3, 2021
Get the Bad Will Huntingmug. by Badbitchconfidence October 23, 2019
Get the Bad bitchmug. A down bad individual is someone who would do anything for sexual attention, even if it means clowning on themselves.
Bro Justin is such a down bad individual, he spent 6 hours chasing women and basically plummeted his street cred
by That's not very paragon! June 3, 2023
Get the Down Bad Individualmug. 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.