A box server is something that alot of bored people play.
You grind gear up and forget everything about a chestplate cause "Thats gay."
Nah you are using an elytra and spammming your space bar hard af just to jump up and down to make your hitbox smaller.
Good servers? no.
Why do people play? no one knows.
Where can i play? On minehut.com
You grind gear up and forget everything about a chestplate cause "Thats gay."
Nah you are using an elytra and spammming your space bar hard af just to jump up and down to make your hitbox smaller.
Good servers? no.
Why do people play? no one knows.
Where can i play? On minehut.com
Person 1: hey wanna play a box server?
Person 2: no
Person 1: Why?
Person 2: All are bad at the momment
Person 2: no
Person 1: Why?
Person 2: All are bad at the momment
by SukkerFader September 14, 2022
Get the Box servermug. by Anonymous October 25, 2003
Get the white boxmug. The Instagram "model" has had to revert to posting pictures of her dirt box for money so that she can pay her TAFE course.
by ashleyh_2002 July 24, 2018
Get the Dirt Boxmug. 
Well he collapsed with Stevens-Johnson Syndrome on the E.R. floor
Panic attacked, anaphylactic and ataxic
The way he spun his butterfly risked all six his phalanges
Roman candles at both ends in his synapses
And the method with which he recycled his humors
Trojan Horse'd his Blood-Brain Barrier and raised the LD-50, yes, yes
And through flight-or-fight revelation shame the Black Box Warrior
He skipped this town and headed straight down history
Shields himself from reason in a Kevlar baby-blue Tuxedo
Quilted from the finest fibers, flesh, and fiberglass, and flowers
His ego a mosquito, evil incarnate good incognito
Pops placebos for libido, screaming, "Bless the torpedoes"
For what? For what? For what it's worth
If it was going to kill you boy, it would have by now
For what? For what? For what it's worth
There's no more looking back, it's looking up or looking down
Well, he was wearing stolen rubber shoes and wrapped a poison ivy noose
Around his Lotus jugular when they came
Well, they found him with a map to every victim of his love
And a tattoo of a blue jay on his face
And they waited for his vital signs to lie and let a flatline cry
A hymn out in Hungarian Harmonic
But he cocked his noggin, through his stoma sang, "For auld lang syne"
"Happy birthday to the succulents, I'll die your hydroponics"
His rib cage was a hornet's nest, palpitations set the beat
His vagus nerve a turk's head knot, an axel hitch, a carrick bend
Panic attacked, anaphylactic and ataxic
The way he spun his butterfly risked all six his phalanges
Roman candles at both ends in his synapses
And the method with which he recycled his humors
Trojan Horse'd his Blood-Brain Barrier and raised the LD-50, yes, yes
And through flight-or-fight revelation shame the Black Box Warrior
He skipped this town and headed straight down history
Shields himself from reason in a Kevlar baby-blue Tuxedo
Quilted from the finest fibers, flesh, and fiberglass, and flowers
His ego a mosquito, evil incarnate good incognito
Pops placebos for libido, screaming, "Bless the torpedoes"
For what? For what? For what it's worth
If it was going to kill you boy, it would have by now
For what? For what? For what it's worth
There's no more looking back, it's looking up or looking down
Well, he was wearing stolen rubber shoes and wrapped a poison ivy noose
Around his Lotus jugular when they came
Well, they found him with a map to every victim of his love
And a tattoo of a blue jay on his face
And they waited for his vital signs to lie and let a flatline cry
A hymn out in Hungarian Harmonic
But he cocked his noggin, through his stoma sang, "For auld lang syne"
"Happy birthday to the succulents, I'll die your hydroponics"
His rib cage was a hornet's nest, palpitations set the beat
His vagus nerve a turk's head knot, an axel hitch, a carrick bend
to get this published, I have to add the name, but they also wouldnt let me add all the elyrics so this is just a part 1! anyways, here's the enamel that this site wanted : Black box warrior (p1)
by AHAHHARAGHGHGHGHGGHG!!!!!! ): November 8, 2023
Get the Black box warrior (p1)mug. by It is Katie! May 10, 2018
Get the Boxmug. To fight an imaginary opponent or issue. Figuratively, to avoid direct confrontation or to play mind games. Featured in the song Smooth Operator by Sade (c) 1984:
by UrbanColeus May 13, 2024
Get the Shadow boxmug.