Q Button
Q Button by Mr. Hilarious January 21, 2009
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being skillful at Overwatch, particularly as ana, reaper, or D.Va. Simply press this little shit and sit back until your mech explodes, your nano boost wears off, or you umm.. stop death blossoming? idk. basically your alternative to communication.
Mercy: I healed you guys and kept me alive
Sombra: I picked off that annoying widow and hacked the central health kit
Reaper: I got POTG and carried you stupid fucking faggots, so you can all go fucking kill yourselfs you useless fucking piles of garbage. I am really good at pressing the Q button unlike you fucking cunts waiting for a good time to use it, you all need to suck big hairy cock you fucking losers
Sombra and mercy: *join group chat*
the q key is the very definition of skill.
Sombra: I picked off that annoying widow and hacked the central health kit
Reaper: I got POTG and carried you stupid fucking faggots, so you can all go fucking kill yourselfs you useless fucking piles of garbage. I am really good at pressing the Q button unlike you fucking cunts waiting for a good time to use it, you all need to suck big hairy cock you fucking losers
Sombra and mercy: *join group chat*
the q key is the very definition of skill.
the q button by Snow Mexican June 22, 2017
breatharian
breatharian by leena gabor November 8, 2005
Word of the Day on June 3, 2026
A Booger In The Nose Of Progress
"Militarily, that inquest was a booger in the nose of progress."
or
"As far as human rights are concerned, this political infighting is a booger in the nose of progress."
or
"As far as human rights are concerned, this political infighting is a booger in the nose of progress."
A Booger In The Nose Of Progress by Rok'n'rol Wannabe October 19, 2006
Word of the Day on June 2, 2026
fogey
Fogey/fogy /fougi/ sl. (early 18C+, orig. Scot) old-fashioned, stuck-in-the mud.
Person with old fashioned ideas which he is unwilling to change: Come to the disco and stop being such an old fogey!
Person with old fashioned ideas which he is unwilling to change: Come to the disco and stop being such an old fogey!
You think me an old fogeyand an old tory, his thoughtful voice said. I saw three generations since O’Connel’s time. I remember the famine. Do you know that the orange lodges agitated for repeal of the union twenty years before O’Connel did or before the prelates of your communion denounced him as a demagogue? You fenians forget some things. (James Joyce, Ulysses. Penguin Books,1992. p. 38)