Angel Hellstrom Jose Robles Is Manuel Eduardo Rodriguez Hernandez's Bubble Gum Back Smackering Through The Roas
Angel Hellstrom Jose Robles Is Manuel Eduardo Rodriguez Hernandez's Bubble Gum Back Smackering Through The Roas
by Angel234IsTheDarkSeraphim April 25, 2025
Get the Angel Hellstrom Jose Robles Is Manuel Eduardo Rodriguez Hernandez's Bubble Gum Back Smackering Through The Roasmug. by Just trying May 31, 2021
Get the swollen in the backmug. When your diaper gets full (Ideally to the brim), do a half backflip, and land on your ass to see how far you can slap the contents of the diaper out
by Officialnwrd November 24, 2024
Get the Back-Slapmug. When someone says something so obnoxious or annoying you want to hit them and instead you have to "Flip Back!" with the intensity of not actually doing anything, or saying anything bad back. It may help to control your own snappy reactions.
by Psimagus April 28, 2019
Get the Flip Back!mug. by DanDumb April 29, 2021
Get the hey spongebobs back fishmug. What you eye-twinklingly say to someone who's making playfully-suggestive remarks and/or showing off his/her bodily lusciousness, to indicate dat you would like to engage in a hot-'n'-heavy bouncy-bouncy wif him/her.
What you say to someone who's UNDER da age of consent: You've been naughty --- go back to YOUR room!
What you say to someone who's OVER da age of consent: You've been naughty --- go back to MY room!
What you say to someone who's OVER da age of consent: You've been naughty --- go back to MY room!
by QuacksO October 31, 2023
Get the You've been naughty --- go back to my room!mug. 1) When the person you love is now back to being your friend. This happens due to multiple factors such as not being the one for each other, not having the same directions in life, having too many arguments that it breaks the both of you, changing so much that it shows they only loved the original person they fell for and not your entire living being, or simply having to let them go.
2) a song composed by the artist sombr
2) a song composed by the artist sombr
"Hey, you okay man?"
"No. I had to leave my forever, the person who lifted me up and made me live for life, because we were written—destined even!— as tragedy and not as a romance novel. It's depriving isn't? For the person you once called everything to be stolen by the Gods and the universe for simply not being the right pieces to fit together. He was my lungs and forced me to breathe air because I was too miserable and pathetic to want to live. I am still standing because of him, I get to watch each sunrise and sunset because of him, I get to hear my favorite composers because of him, I am still alive and feeling every single emotion because of him, yet he was still ripped from my grasps. He fell through my fingers because we didn't want the same ending despite being together for what felt like a lifetime. It's impossible for my heart, if it's still even there, to comprehend how to properly pump my blood through my veins because it ran on the adrenaline that came from being in his presence. It's ironic how we planned an entire life for us, changed for us, learned each other's mannerisms, lived for each other, only to go back to friends."
"No. I had to leave my forever, the person who lifted me up and made me live for life, because we were written—destined even!— as tragedy and not as a romance novel. It's depriving isn't? For the person you once called everything to be stolen by the Gods and the universe for simply not being the right pieces to fit together. He was my lungs and forced me to breathe air because I was too miserable and pathetic to want to live. I am still standing because of him, I get to watch each sunrise and sunset because of him, I get to hear my favorite composers because of him, I am still alive and feeling every single emotion because of him, yet he was still ripped from my grasps. He fell through my fingers because we didn't want the same ending despite being together for what felt like a lifetime. It's impossible for my heart, if it's still even there, to comprehend how to properly pump my blood through my veins because it ran on the adrenaline that came from being in his presence. It's ironic how we planned an entire life for us, changed for us, learned each other's mannerisms, lived for each other, only to go back to friends."
by deheartedlove July 2, 2025
Get the back to friendsmug.