verb
The act of taking notes on the color of people's skin when determining how to treat said people.
Or the act of arbitrarily highlighting the color of a person's skin.
The act of taking notes on the color of people's skin when determining how to treat said people.
Or the act of arbitrarily highlighting the color of a person's skin.
In a sociopolitical or philosophical argument where someone is unjustifiably holding on to skin color as the basis or part of their argument, you might say "stop counting-color"
by Perfidious Coda January 18, 2018
by madsky kaylook August 28, 2023
A euphemism used to measure levels of drunkenness. Taken from baseball.
Low pitch count: buzzed, can continue to imbibe for a long time.
High pitch count: smashed, high risk of being pulled from the game.
Low pitch count: buzzed, can continue to imbibe for a long time.
High pitch count: smashed, high risk of being pulled from the game.
by AgileSloth July 07, 2012
Man! The Weiner Count is through the roof!
by Weiner World February 23, 2021
Three bottles of "Auchentoshan Three Wood", two bottles of "Woodford Double Oaked," and a four pack of "Ta +Meilleure" Double NEIPA (Bases Loaded). A certain comic's hotel room "Special Ask" for comedy tours. Consuming the entirety (as a group, NOT solo because that's quietly referred to as a "Mickey Mantle"....and likely fatal) is called a "Grand Slam" referring simultaneously to the resulting overwhelmingly classy shindig and to the high return baseball achievement.
"What'ya need slim." - Hotel Manager
"Set em' up Jim, Comedian's "Full count", Bases Loaded tonight!." - Comic
Smiling "You lookin' for trouble?" - Hotel Manager
"We're hittin' a Grand Slam tonight baby!!!!" - Comic
"Set em' up Jim, Comedian's "Full count", Bases Loaded tonight!." - Comic
Smiling "You lookin' for trouble?" - Hotel Manager
"We're hittin' a Grand Slam tonight baby!!!!" - Comic
by Ben Whyte February 06, 2021
Big 14, know what the fuck goin' on
Ayy
Hold up, take a moment, count my guap, count my guap
All these racks bomin' in, they bomin' in, hold up, ayy
Count my guap, count my guap
Cannot stop comin' in, comin' in
Pulled up in a drop-top, she drop dead
I pulled up in a drop-top, she drop dead
My diamonds dancin', hopscotch, they holdin' hands
My diamonds dancin', hopscotch, they holdin' hands, yeah
Hold up, I don't know what planet I'm on (don't know, don't know)
I'm the king, lil' bitch, watch the throne (watch the throne)
I feel like Valdo, I'll chop off your arms (off your arms, yeah), yeah
Steady causin' havoc, yeah (causin' havoc)
Bitch, I'm ballin' hard just like a maverick (yeah)
Money stretch long, lil' bitch, like elastic (yeah)
Now that bitch steady callin' me Mr. Fantastic, yeah, ayy
Know I keep a ratchet (a ratch')
If you play, boy, I'll turn your ass to ashes (ah)
Automatic, doo-doo-doo-doo, bitch, I'm blastin' (doo-doo-doo-doo)
Yeah, ooh, put you in a casket (yeah, yeah, yeah)
Money sit long, it's elastic
I don't know what planet I'm on (I'm on Mars)
I'm the king, lil' bitch, watch the throne (chop your arms, yeah)
I feel like Valdo, I'll chop off your arms (watch the throne), yeah
Ayy
Hold up, take a moment, count my guap, count my guap
All these racks bomin' in, they bomin' in, hold up, ayy
Count my guap, count my guap
Cannot stop comin' in, comin' in
Pulled up in a drop-top, she drop dead
I pulled up in a drop-top, she drop dead
My diamonds dancin', hopscotch, they holdin' hands
My diamonds dancin', hopscotch, they holdin' hands, yeah
Hold up, I don't know what planet I'm on (don't know, don't know)
I'm the king, lil' bitch, watch the throne (watch the throne)
I feel like Valdo, I'll chop off your arms (off your arms, yeah), yeah
Steady causin' havoc, yeah (causin' havoc)
Bitch, I'm ballin' hard just like a maverick (yeah)
Money stretch long, lil' bitch, like elastic (yeah)
Now that bitch steady callin' me Mr. Fantastic, yeah, ayy
Know I keep a ratchet (a ratch')
If you play, boy, I'll turn your ass to ashes (ah)
Automatic, doo-doo-doo-doo, bitch, I'm blastin' (doo-doo-doo-doo)
Yeah, ooh, put you in a casket (yeah, yeah, yeah)
Money sit long, it's elastic
I don't know what planet I'm on (I'm on Mars)
I'm the king, lil' bitch, watch the throne (chop your arms, yeah)
I feel like Valdo, I'll chop off your arms (watch the throne), yeah
Trippe Redd: Hold up
Travis Scott: what?
Trippe Redd: Take a moment
Travis Scott: Why, to do what?
Trippe Redd: take a moment, count my guap
Travis Scott: what?
Trippe Redd: Take a moment
Travis Scott: Why, to do what?
Trippe Redd: take a moment, count my guap
by Why_are_we_here_just_to_suffer May 25, 2024
The "count fiasco" refers to a software version of the "Hondicard" educational software in which users were temporarily unable to create new decks by skipping the release control procedures.
by cheetahbyte August 04, 2023