by Imyourpapertown October 29, 2017
Get the synthetic materialmug. Idiot: You heard of shaggy chungus?
me, an intellectual: Yes, but have you heard of synthetic big chungus?
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me, an intellectual: Yes, but have you heard of synthetic big chungus?
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by daesfrgdhfjkjihjughyfgdtfsda September 28, 2019
Get the Synthetic Big Chungusmug. Brother Hunt had a philosophy: any Sunday before a holiday Monday was a golden ticket to excess. He called them “Synthetic Saturdays”, a sacred tradition where he could overindulge without consequence, knowing full well that Monday—blessed, merciful Monday—was a built-in recovery day.
It started years ago, when Hunt was fresh out of college, working a job trading derivatives, living for weekends and dreading Mondays like everyone else. But one Memorial Day weekend, he had an epiphany. That Sunday night, while his friends paced themselves, thinking of the workweek ahead, Hunt went all in—one more drink, an extra plate of barbecue, staying up way too late.
And then? No work the next day. No alarm clock. No responsibilities. Just an entire Monday to sleep in, nurse his indulgences, and start fresh on Tuesday.
From that moment on, Synthetic Saturdays were law.
Hunt planned his life around them. Labor Day, New Year’s, Fourth of July, Presidents’ Day….—if Monday was off, Sunday was on. He’d feast without restraint, drink without hesitation, and make every questionable decision he wouldn’t dare on a normal Sunday.
But his masterpiece? Presidents’ Day Sunday. A self-proclaimed holy day in the Church of Hunt. Every February, he hosted the grandest Synthetic Sunday of them all—kegs, mountains of food, and wagers that got out of hand. While others sipped cautiously, thinking about their 8 a.m. meetings, Hunt doubled down, knowing he had all of Monday to recover.
It started years ago, when Hunt was fresh out of college, working a job trading derivatives, living for weekends and dreading Mondays like everyone else. But one Memorial Day weekend, he had an epiphany. That Sunday night, while his friends paced themselves, thinking of the workweek ahead, Hunt went all in—one more drink, an extra plate of barbecue, staying up way too late.
And then? No work the next day. No alarm clock. No responsibilities. Just an entire Monday to sleep in, nurse his indulgences, and start fresh on Tuesday.
From that moment on, Synthetic Saturdays were law.
Hunt planned his life around them. Labor Day, New Year’s, Fourth of July, Presidents’ Day….—if Monday was off, Sunday was on. He’d feast without restraint, drink without hesitation, and make every questionable decision he wouldn’t dare on a normal Sunday.
But his masterpiece? Presidents’ Day Sunday. A self-proclaimed holy day in the Church of Hunt. Every February, he hosted the grandest Synthetic Sunday of them all—kegs, mountains of food, and wagers that got out of hand. While others sipped cautiously, thinking about their 8 a.m. meetings, Hunt doubled down, knowing he had all of Monday to recover.
HUNT: “You guys just don’t get it. This isn’t a regular Sunday. This is a Synthetic Saturday —a free pass, a golden ticket, a once-in-a-quarter gift from the universe.”
JOE: “Yeah, but I still gotta be functional tomorrow.”
HUNT: “Functional? Functional for what? It’s a holiday! You think George Washington crossed the Delaware so you could sip water and leave early? No, my friend. He did it so you could have that extra plate of ribs and crack open another beer without regret.”
SARAH: “I don’t know, Hunt. Last time I bought into this, I spent all of Monday regretting my life choices.”
HUNT: “That’s the whole point! Regret on a Monday that doesn’t count! By Tuesday, you’re fine. If you hold back tonight, you waste an opportunity you won’t get again until Columbus Day. And let’s be honest, that one’s underrated.”
JOE: “Yeah, but I still gotta be functional tomorrow.”
HUNT: “Functional? Functional for what? It’s a holiday! You think George Washington crossed the Delaware so you could sip water and leave early? No, my friend. He did it so you could have that extra plate of ribs and crack open another beer without regret.”
SARAH: “I don’t know, Hunt. Last time I bought into this, I spent all of Monday regretting my life choices.”
HUNT: “That’s the whole point! Regret on a Monday that doesn’t count! By Tuesday, you’re fine. If you hold back tonight, you waste an opportunity you won’t get again until Columbus Day. And let’s be honest, that one’s underrated.”
by ThomD February 15, 2025
Get the Synthetic Saturdaymug. The synthetic association fallacy is an association fallacy which asserts by irrelevant association that the synthesis or product of two seperate elements is always the exact same as the grouping of those two separate elements. (Correction of Fallacy: Although A is within B and is also within C, not all synthesises/products of B and C, are A)
Synthetic Association Fallacy: all apple-banana mixes are apple-banana juice.
Correction: Although apple-banana juice is within "Apple-contained items" and is also within "Banana-contained items", not all items containing both apples and bananas are apple-banana juice.
SA Fallacy: all market-oriented socialisms are market socialism.
Correction: Although market socialism is a type of socialism and is also market-oriented, not all market-oriented socialisms (socialist ideologies) are market socialist.
SA Fallacy: All conservative Christians are right-wing (of the Christian Right).
Correction: Although the Christian Right is a conservative moment and is also a Christian movement and almost all conservative Christians are right-wing, not all conservative Christian movements are of the Christian Right.
Correction: (for example, Christian Socialism is both conservative and supposedly Christian but obviously isn't of the Christian Right because it isn't capitalist)
Correction: Although apple-banana juice is within "Apple-contained items" and is also within "Banana-contained items", not all items containing both apples and bananas are apple-banana juice.
SA Fallacy: all market-oriented socialisms are market socialism.
Correction: Although market socialism is a type of socialism and is also market-oriented, not all market-oriented socialisms (socialist ideologies) are market socialist.
SA Fallacy: All conservative Christians are right-wing (of the Christian Right).
Correction: Although the Christian Right is a conservative moment and is also a Christian movement and almost all conservative Christians are right-wing, not all conservative Christian movements are of the Christian Right.
Correction: (for example, Christian Socialism is both conservative and supposedly Christian but obviously isn't of the Christian Right because it isn't capitalist)
by hgjfsklvmjfghbugdsfkc July 21, 2023
Get the Synthetic Association Fallacymug. Synthetic; Endless natural vaginal lubricant with a viscosity comparable to and as reliable as synthetic oil.
When I was fucking my girlfriend she was synthetic. She was so wet and slippery it we fucked for hours like her pussy was dripping synthetic lubricant.
by 0neHugeWang! October 20, 2023
Get the SYNTHETICmug. A face mask generally used on specimens with underdeveloped jaw lines. Generally the rare disease leaves victims with only two planes of sight. This means they can only see in 2D or in 1D. Just think, the original Super Mario Brothers for the NES had a better graphics system than the system that these people see in their everyday lives. I can't describe how I feel about this indistinct disease, it's one of the most minimally understood disease. People that suffer from octagonal synthetic face mask disorder generally do not live for much more than thirty years.
by Zack Marks October 2, 2016
Get the Octagonal synthetic face mask disordermug.