When you find a snack of a man and find out he’s ridiculously posh even too much for Oxford. He then proceeds to destroys your back out but treats your body like it’s a new born baby just with a new born load inside of it that’s from round 10 bcos this posh cunt plays polo and has energy for days.

A few weeks ago, no one had “cheugy” in their vocabulary . Now everything is saturated with the word. It’s in our heads. It’s in our homes. Everyone is asking: “Am I cheugy? Am I a basic ass bitch? Am I GUILTY of being cheugy?”

The proliferation of cheugy in the mainstream discourse can only be attributed to one source: mental terror. It’s an orchestrated psychological trap to make you question your tastes and interests in the eyes of others.

You are not a cheug. YOU’RE PERFECT!!!!

It is very suspicious that the cheugy mascot is a Minion, a literal cyclops, a deformed
yellow panopticon in overalls ... do not let the all-seeing eye to control you. Be vigilant. Resist cheugy psyops.

When you're still drunk from the night before and a dirty man who works at a fast food restaurant looks like a desireable option to hook up with that day.

When a guy is into licking whipped cream or other white substances out of a female butthole.