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CorpNope is a fucking picasso among men. The kind that all leaders worship for his ingenuity of fucking modern arts. This fucker has no issues swearing like hes fucking 12, which is his only fucking shitty ass fault. This god among men knows the secrets to life, art, and the very nature of the fucking universe it fucking self.
This man is like a fucking nude stripper in middle of fucking antartica. Hot and cool at the same fucking time. He's a fucking one of a fucking kind, truly
This man is like a fucking nude stripper in middle of fucking antartica. Hot and cool at the same fucking time. He's a fucking one of a fucking kind, truly
I fucking love CorpNope.
by CorpNope October 12, 2019
Jun 1 Word of the Day
The two states of being are as a human being, or a hungry ghost. Semi-regularly you need to ask yourself which you are. Sometimes it is human. Others, alas, it is hungry ghost.
The hungry ghost seeks validity outside of themselves. Someone pining for an indifferent ex is a hungry ghost. Someone who arrives alone at 6:30 on Saturday night to a pub is probably a hungry ghost. Obsessive checking of mobile phones, chat sites or networks are clear signs that one is a hungry ghost.
The best thing to do is just stay home and ride it out. Read a book. Find some good clean fun.
The hungry ghost seeks validity outside of themselves. Someone pining for an indifferent ex is a hungry ghost. Someone who arrives alone at 6:30 on Saturday night to a pub is probably a hungry ghost. Obsessive checking of mobile phones, chat sites or networks are clear signs that one is a hungry ghost.
The best thing to do is just stay home and ride it out. Read a book. Find some good clean fun.
Mate: How are you?
Dumped: I'm a hungry ghost, man.
Mate: What'd ya do last night?
HG: Urg. I hungry ghosted around The Oxford for a few hours, then walked home past her house, and HIS car was there...
Mate: Why'd you call man?! It's just rampant hungry ghostery.
Dumped: I'm a hungry ghost, man.
Mate: What'd ya do last night?
HG: Urg. I hungry ghosted around The Oxford for a few hours, then walked home past her house, and HIS car was there...
Mate: Why'd you call man?! It's just rampant hungry ghostery.
by Dr Winterbourne February 16, 2009