When your with someone, things can get too close. So TA-DA the elastic band theory: if you let someone go they will come pinging back like an elastic band.
YAY :)
Scenario 1:
Jane: I love you baby your my world
Tom: Woah your suffocating me here, I need some time alone.
Jane: Nooo I love you so much don't go!!!
Jane: I love you baby your my world
Tom: Woah your suffocating me here, I need some time alone.
Jane: Ok sweety, see you whenever then.
*Later*
Tom: I LOVE YOU JANE :)
Jane: Mwahahaha the Elastic band theory never fails
The act of concealing one's erection by tucking it under the elastic waistband of their undergarment.
Dude, I popped a serious boner in class right before the bell rang. I had to pull an elastic bandstand before I stood up to leave so no one would see my flagpole
A person you hate intensely not because they deserve such hatred but because they serve as a focus for your general hatred. A healthy way to dispense with excess animosity.
Jake's not really that big an asshole. He just serves as my hate sink.
A toe rag was originally a foot wrapping used, since mediaeval times up until the mid-nineteenth century, to protect the foot from chafing by boots or shoes. As these were, quite literally, rags they weren’t usually washed, and so with use they became very smelly until they were thrown away. Because of the similarity in smell, toe rag also became the name applied to dried, salted cod or other things with a strong, unpleasant, fishy smell. It didn’t take that long before the name was applied to someone who was an obnoxious, unpleasant OIC.
1 “Socks! Those aren’t socks you smelly git, they’re toe rags!”
2 “What have you been cooking? Smells like toe rag!”
3 “I can smell ‘er fanny from ‘ere, proper toe rag.”
4 That Heale Malcolm is a right toe rag.