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by JoshbigGaeWhoStealMyGirl June 16, 2019
No scrap of wood on the face of the planet would be safe. Scratch that... given the size of the universe it is likely that wood exists on other planets as well. That wood would also be chucked.
Use this as a cleaver and 'safe-for-school' joke when in the company of Chuck Norris fans. Example: Hey guys! How much wood would Chuck Norris chuck if Chuck Norris could chuck wood? Guys - We don't know! You - ALL OF IT. Guys - damn man, that was some sick Chuck Norris joke action! You - Yeah, I made that up... How much wood would Chuck Norris chuck if Chuck Norris could chuck wood? Answer - ALL OF IT
by cloneswilleatme February 02, 2024
Whether there's an external change,react accordingly.Follow your instincts as primitive animals do.Don't get all worked up over things.
by donaaaa August 17, 2022
All saints is a school full of trampy boys that cannot dress probably wearing jack ups And Sertain girls other there are holy wearing long ass skirts but the rest are opening their poom poom to give to the boys which is why the boys smell of tuna
by All saints February 03, 2019
All around
by Arminkshipper July 04, 2024
by marashley January 11, 2009
A Christmas song by Mariah Carey that does not stop playing from the 1st of November to the 1st of January. A retail worker's nightmare. Still an amazing song though. Definitely enjoyable. 10/10
"Hey Jeffery! Hows work been lately?"
"I work in retail.. The sheer number of times I've given ear to 'All I Want For Christmas Is You' is without a singular doubt unbearably painful, it assuredly gradually decays my shriveled up shell of a brain bit by bit until it draw breath no more. Each moment it plays I suffer immensely, when will my soul be set free alas? When will it end. When will it end. When will it end. This seldom a foolery. I beg for mercy, dear lord, extricate my being from this suffering. No longer can I undertake this unfeasible task."
"Oh.. uhm.. I got to go!"
"I work in retail.. The sheer number of times I've given ear to 'All I Want For Christmas Is You' is without a singular doubt unbearably painful, it assuredly gradually decays my shriveled up shell of a brain bit by bit until it draw breath no more. Each moment it plays I suffer immensely, when will my soul be set free alas? When will it end. When will it end. When will it end. This seldom a foolery. I beg for mercy, dear lord, extricate my being from this suffering. No longer can I undertake this unfeasible task."
"Oh.. uhm.. I got to go!"
by Unknown Cinnamon November 19, 2023