Take heed, Celstons are extremely combustible and can cause EXPLOSIONS. Celston is the male deity of destruction and chaos. When he doesn't know how to control his strength everything a Celston touches is destroyed. He is athletic and strong in stature. Women worship the ground a Celston walks on. A Celston can appear extremely mean and rude but is actually very kind when untaunted. Celstons have a strong musical ability. Celstons are also extremely artistic.
Yo! What's wrong with him? Give him some time, he's just being a Celston.
As the name stands, Cheston's are unique and view the world differently. They are optimistic, genuine, honest, loyal, trustworthy, and dependable. They make amazing companions, allies, and confidants. Always there to support you when weak; to lift you up when you've fallen; make you smile and laugh when down. If you have the opportunity to meet a Cheston, feel blessed because you've crossed paths for a reason and your life will be better because of it.
You've been Chestonized!
A Cheston Original (C.O.)
A fucking penguin lover that tells people he's good in Fun Run. Legend says his mom was the queen of the Penguins. A Clenton's purpose is to go to the North pole and meet his brothers.
A sunburn or suntan focused on the left arm. It is caused by the left side of the body being the only half that gets exposed to sunlight while driving. Presumably, it would be located on the right side of the body in countries where they drive on the left side of the road.
British slang for a scientist or technical expert, esp . when the speaker is not certain of the expert’s specific field of study. Not necessarily derogatory, but typically used by persons without a technical background. In the US, the equivalent would be “egghead”, “squint”, or “geek.”
Origin of the word is unknown. Started sometime in World War 2. Given the typical evolution of British slang, could easily have started because what these experts did was confusing or “baffling” to the common person.
When you have to pee in a movie but don’t want to miss anything, and must do the following mental equation: will the amount I have to pee cause enough discomfort to diminish my attention capacity for the remainder of the movie to an extent which is greater than the amount of the movie I would miss by making a mad dash to the restroom.
I saw Satantango last night, wonderful film but by the 5th hour I had to start doing peecalculus.