Mitch: What have you been doing today joe?
Joe: I've been doing your mum
Mitch: hahahahaha...
Joe: banished
Joe: I've been doing your mum
Mitch: hahahahaha...
Joe: banished
by jesus April 25, 2004
Get the banished mug.Blankshipping is the shipping of Ingo and Emmet. With Ingo and Emmet being characters from the Gen 5 games of Pokemon. Some people see it as problematic due to the factor of it being incest between two twin brothers. Contrary to their belief, it is a very valid ship. Most Blankshippers are known also as Proshippers. Both are completely valid and neither should be attacked over their beliefs. Some may also call it "Oreoshipping" or "Oreo" in general. Typically used to discreetly converse about it with others subtly.
No one should be hunted and harassed over them shipping it. Please don't be a b*got over it. It's only weird because people criminalize it.
No one should be hunted and harassed over them shipping it. Please don't be a b*got over it. It's only weird because people criminalize it.
Friend:"Did you know Jinx supports blankshipping? It's disgusting!"
Other Friend:"Jinx is valid for their belief, blankshipping isn't as problematic as anti's make it to be."
Other Friend:"Jinx is valid for their belief, blankshipping isn't as problematic as anti's make it to be."
by BlankOreoLuvr April 2, 2023
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a male who upon a sexual encounter refuses to wear a condom and has unprotected sex, hoping that her sexual partner didn't get pregnant or give him an STD.
"Dude, james is such a a blankshot, he fucked ashley raw, and we all know what kind of diseases she has."
"They don't call him DJ Blankshot for nothing, i think he has never worn a condom when slaying."
"They don't call him DJ Blankshot for nothing, i think he has never worn a condom when slaying."
by djblankshot November 19, 2007
Get the blankshot mug.Shall I speak ill of him that is my husband?
Ah, poor my lord, what tongue shall smooth thy name,
When I, thy three-hours wife, have mangled it?
But wherefore, villain, didst thou kill my cousin?
That villain cousin would have kill’d my husband.
Back, foolish tears, back to your native spring,
Your tributary drops belong to woe,
Which you, mistaking, offer up to joy.
My husband lives that Tybalt would have slain,
And Tybalt’s dead that would have slain my husband.
All this is comfort, wherefore weep I then?
Some word there was, worser than Tybalt’s death,
That murd’red me; I would forget it fain,
But O, it presses to my memory
Like damned guilty deeds to sinners’ minds:
“Tybalt is dead, and Romeo banished.”
That “banished,” that one word “banished,”
Hath slain ten thousand Tybalts. Tybalt’s death
Was woe enough if it had ended there;
Or if sour woe delights in fellowship,
And needly will be rank’d with other griefs,
Why followed not, when she said, “Tybalt’s dead,”
Thy father or thy mother, nay, or both,
Which modern lamentation might have moved?
But with a rearward following Tybalt’s death,
“Romeo is banished”: to speak that word,
Is father, mother, Tybalt, Romeo, Juliet,
All slain, all dead: “Romeo is banished”!
There is no end, no limit, measure, bound,
In that word’s death, no words can that woe sound.
Where is my father and my mother, nurse?
Ah, poor my lord, what tongue shall smooth thy name,
When I, thy three-hours wife, have mangled it?
But wherefore, villain, didst thou kill my cousin?
That villain cousin would have kill’d my husband.
Back, foolish tears, back to your native spring,
Your tributary drops belong to woe,
Which you, mistaking, offer up to joy.
My husband lives that Tybalt would have slain,
And Tybalt’s dead that would have slain my husband.
All this is comfort, wherefore weep I then?
Some word there was, worser than Tybalt’s death,
That murd’red me; I would forget it fain,
But O, it presses to my memory
Like damned guilty deeds to sinners’ minds:
“Tybalt is dead, and Romeo banished.”
That “banished,” that one word “banished,”
Hath slain ten thousand Tybalts. Tybalt’s death
Was woe enough if it had ended there;
Or if sour woe delights in fellowship,
And needly will be rank’d with other griefs,
Why followed not, when she said, “Tybalt’s dead,”
Thy father or thy mother, nay, or both,
Which modern lamentation might have moved?
But with a rearward following Tybalt’s death,
“Romeo is banished”: to speak that word,
Is father, mother, Tybalt, Romeo, Juliet,
All slain, all dead: “Romeo is banished”!
There is no end, no limit, measure, bound,
In that word’s death, no words can that woe sound.
Where is my father and my mother, nurse?
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