When a person gets the cops called on them and somehow gets themselves arrested in seconds if not minutes.
by YuOfTheNight March 18, 2024
Get the Black Pizzamug. noun
Discomfort and defensiveness on the part of some Black people who live in a predominantly White Culture due to fixating on long since past injustices which they never experienced (and weren't experienced by anyone in their family alive today) causing them to imagine racism where none exists, and pine away for living in a culture that is predominantly Black instead.
Discomfort and defensiveness on the part of some Black people who live in a predominantly White Culture due to fixating on long since past injustices which they never experienced (and weren't experienced by anyone in their family alive today) causing them to imagine racism where none exists, and pine away for living in a culture that is predominantly Black instead.
by Nanker Phelge January 8, 2024
Get the black fragilitymug. Person 1: Are you addicted to abscesses?
Person 2: Yes.
Person 1: Stop processing my win in black jack as a loss, you pussy drawist.
Person 2: Yes.
Person 1: Stop processing my win in black jack as a loss, you pussy drawist.
by LeSouffleDeVersailles January 23, 2025
Get the Stop processing my win in black jack as a loss, you pussy drawist.mug. by Bk102886 November 14, 2020
Get the Black Thumbmug. by oofblockboy May 29, 2023
Get the rich black niggamug. When a bitch is lacking on felatio and teasing it creating a blue ball upset, you defy physics by delivering a fatal blow with thine dickhead creating a blemish to thou eye socket.
She made a critical mistake by blowing a kiss at my dick, turned her face into a baseball and hit a home run with my hard helmet head rendering her eye a mushroom black
by Trexcandopushups June 9, 2022
Get the Mushroom Blackmug. 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.