Plathy
When you have been up multiple nights in a row on a sick bender looking what you think is “Fresh as fuck” while in reality you are crabbing out looking like a dried up ball sack with one black curly pube and struggling for dear life while fighting shadow people even though it’s night time. During this 1-whole life process you are continually stringing together sentences out of sheer luck that only other people almost in the same state as a “Plath” can understand while making homosexual gestures
