Screw:Dude they done shoot Colly in the park and they robbed that nigga. Cut his ears off and stuck a note on his chest saying "Who wont be needing any earmuff this winter"
Matt: THat shit cold as hell
An oxymoron. Canada is cold, but Hell? No, Hell is a warm place!
I was on the Highway to Hell, then I slipped and made a wrong turn into Hull - where I froze my arse off. Hull is in Ottawa-Gatineau and north of forty-five, so "as cold as Hell" really isn't a strong enough term to describe this frozen torment.
The great white north is something directly out of Robert Service's "Cremation of Sam McGee" and Hell is a warm, welcome respite by comparison.
when you're holding up your phone and making faces at it, as though you are taking a selfie, but you're really taking a picture of the person across from you or the wall or anything else that seems interesting but you don't want to be caught dead taking a picture of.
This action is often made more convincing by wiggling the eyebrows or opening the mouth, to pretend you're trying to get a Snapchat filter to work.
FRIEND A: "Did you just take a stealthie of me?"
FRIEND B (turning phone around): "no I was just using snapchat's new filter, see?"
The grindset is a contemporary ideology of self-exploitation disguised as strength, deeply tied to the aesthetics of the “sigma male” and to new digital forms of patriarchy. It promotes the idea that human worth depends on productivity, economic success, absolute emotional control, and the ability to work endlessly, turning vulnerability, rest, community, and tenderness into signs of weakness. Beneath its rhetoric of discipline and power often lies a profound inability to relate healthily to pain, fragility, and human interdependence.
“That’s the grindset, brother. While weak men sleep and complain, sigma males stay disciplined, work in silence, suppress emotions, and build power while everyone else wastes time chasing comfort.”