by darkangel3001 September 18, 2010
The act of looking at a group of objects whose combined number is so low (ex. 3) that you can count them just by glancing.
by emogurl721 August 04, 2011
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
A man who likes large numbers of inches up his bum. But slowly, so he can count them. He also does it whilst on a roundabout.
by leonlikesbum February 11, 2014
Count Olaf's stupid name in the Daily Punctillio that Mr. Poe's wife has the audacity to put in the Daily Punctillio.
"Bruh Seriously, Count Omar?" Violet Said
"I SWEAR TO GOD THAT STUPID WOMAN HAD THE AUDACITY TO PUT COUNT OMAR IN THE DAILY PUNCTILLIO!!!" Violet thought
"I SWEAR TO GOD THAT STUPID WOMAN HAD THE AUDACITY TO PUT COUNT OMAR IN THE DAILY PUNCTILLIO!!!" Violet thought
by ersatze February 13, 2023
Going full count comes from the movie the Count of Monte Cristo. It happens when The main character becomes a bad ass, and starts absolutely killing it. He’s building up the whole movie, escaping from jail, finding the treasure, winning knife fights, being a pirate, but the transformation is complete when he comes to his party in a hot air ballon, holding a cane, wearing a silk robe. The pinnacle of one’s life, absolutely killing it.
Going full count: has he gone full count yet? Wait for it…
Amazed bystander 1: holy shit dude, is he coming down on a fucking hot air balloon right now, and are there dancers on the ropes.
Amazed bystander 2: dude he’s gone full count.
Amazed bystander 1: holy shit dude, is he coming down on a fucking hot air balloon right now, and are there dancers on the ropes.
Amazed bystander 2: dude he’s gone full count.
by T-rentOpotamus January 06, 2023
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