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. The hardest crew ever known to man. They are so intimidating that even the president dont't dare speak against them. If you're in Black Futos you also HAVE to have a black futo on GTA V.
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Get the Black Futosmug. by Bk102886 November 14, 2020
Get the Black Thumbmug. The Black sock men have to wear suits and ties to church
The Black Sock women must wear skirts or dresses and hats
The Black Sock women must wear skirts or dresses and hats
by Hahaha ur mom February 9, 2023
Get the Black Sockmug. 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. Something that is easy to enter but at the same time difficult to escape, like being trapped in a situation where you have no control, such as parental restrictions on screen time due to not getting to choose your parents — despite subscribing to numerous YouTube channels, e.g. 600+ channels.
Getting sucked into binge-watching one show felt like a black hole; it was so easy to start, but breaking free from the urge to watch just one more episode was impossible.
by Emotional Cruiser August 11, 2025
Get the black holemug. 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.