The act of balancing oatmeal cookies on ones nose while fingering your grandfather's ass and masturbating two indian conformists who find nothing better to do then fart in jars and feed off the ass juice of preschoolers.
A reference to the once mighty, proud, and indestructible vessel manned by only bros and homies that were fiercly loyal and would never have hesitated to take a bullet (or an iceberg) for each other. Like the Titanic, it was destined to suffer the same tragic fate. Pandora's box was opened on deck and a combination of a lack of respect, disloyalty, passive aggressiveness, jealousy, and backstabbing caused the ship to go astray, hit an iceberg, and sink.
Gangplank: Brotanica has sunk!
Miss Fortune: Poor Caribee, Heretic, and Rewgew all drowned.
Gangplank: Thank god for these lifeboats. At least we made it to paradise, but it's kind of scary being haunted by them from their watery graves.
Miss Fortune: Fortune doesn't favor fools!
Generally used when attempting to refer to the fact without directly stating it. Mostly used by people who don't feel secure in their use of the plant, and want to keep it on the down-low.
Tim's Father: Well, you know, I caught Tim smoking some marijuanathe other day. It's been ages since I did it.
Bill's Father: I gotta admit, I was quite the botanical hedonist back in the day...