"Bad Beat Infection" is an alternate term for "Breakthrough Infection".
CNN's Dr. Sanja Gupta laments that the term "breakthrough infection is NOT "...the right phrase. To me, it doesn't seem nuanced enough to describe what's going on; it only serves to alarm those of us who are already vaccinated, and potentially discourage those who are hesitant."
Consequently, "Bad Beat Infection" is better because it refers to the poker term "Bad Beat". A bad beat is when you have very strong odds in your favor but still get unlucky. it's important to recognize that proper medical vaccines put the odds strongly in your favor and that without them thousands/millions more would die.
CNN's Dr. Sanja Gupta laments that the term "breakthrough infection is NOT "...the right phrase. To me, it doesn't seem nuanced enough to describe what's going on; it only serves to alarm those of us who are already vaccinated, and potentially discourage those who are hesitant."
Consequently, "Bad Beat Infection" is better because it refers to the poker term "Bad Beat". A bad beat is when you have very strong odds in your favor but still get unlucky. it's important to recognize that proper medical vaccines put the odds strongly in your favor and that without them thousands/millions more would die.
"He's fully vaccinated but he was in the tiny percentage that got a bad beat infection. Fortunately, he's OK thanks to the vaccines."
by Trinity Mind August 12, 2021
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Get the bad ladmug. 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. 
Opposite to 'Good Soup', an absolutely horrible, discreetly horrendous, exceedingly abysmal thing or action preformed by anyone. The power behind this word is too much to fathom and yet even comprehend to even the most intelligent minds; this is the insult of the Gods. The universal no-no, the one and only; single worst sin you could possibly ever do is the representation of 'Bad Soup'. This is the most ultimate, divine, sacred, godly insult in the entire universe. Worse than all punishment possible, impossible, existent, and inexistent. Some say the extinction of the Australian continent in 2132 oh crap you weren't supposed to know that was cause by a single person whispering under their breath; "Bad soup".
Don't get called this.
Don't get called this.
"A man; fierce and large stood at the entrance of the local bar. His height rivaled the door in which he entered in, giving a charismatic nod to all of the ladies whom reside inside. He smiled; bringing his black dashing sunglasses to rest upon his hairline. A man he knew well sneered from the back wall. A man he knew very well. 'Well isn't it the old coward who broke the heart of my daughter.' The man said, watching down from his outstanding height. He puffed his chest to seem more tough than he actually was. The other man stood up; short and skinny, pale skin. He stood up from his seat; all eyes on the two men. Tensions arose in the bar. 'You broke her heart you filthy, beast.' The new audience gasped. 'You think coming here was your best choice? Maybe you should apologize then go back to your dusty old slum.' His near instant comeback sent a shiver down the little guy's spine. 'I can show you what a slum looks like!' He pulled out a photograph of his ex, her being the big man's daughter. 'You talk bad about my only daughter and you'll never see the credits roll!' He demanded. 'You're not the guy I pictured when I pictured my daughter's boyfriend. You are a rat compared to the Goddess she is.' The small man cuffed his fists and bit his lower lip. 'Well then Mr. Oden? If she is such a Goddess then why is she secretly hiding that tattoo on her ankle?' Oden grabbed onto his small leather jacket with both arms, literally lifting him up. 'You Michael. You are truly Bad Soup.'
by CharliesDaGoat May 22, 2025
Get the Bad Soupmug. Example:
Jakob (boy you have no time for): I’m going to fold you up like a lawn chair”
Emily (bad bitch from the tropics): “I would rather not”
Jakob (boy you have no time for): I’m going to fold you up like a lawn chair”
Emily (bad bitch from the tropics): “I would rather not”
by thickbaddie12 April 22, 2020
Get the Bad bitch from the tropicsmug.