Santa spends the whole year deciding whose been good and whose been bad. This means he can only have sex the day after xmas, because the next day he must go right back to work again. Mrs. Clause has gone the whole year un-fucked, so at this point, there is much dust in her vagina. Because of all of the Chimneys Santa has gone down, he is not afraid. But because he has been down so many Chimneys, there is black soot and marijuana resine on his penis. When he fucks Mrs. Clause, her dust is replaced with soot and marijuana resine.
Santa's Chimney Dilema is the grossest thing I've ever heard of, I like the Easter Bunny absense of toilet dilema better.
when you're holding up your phone and making faces at it, as though you are taking a selfie, but you're really taking a picture of the person across from you or the wall or anything else that seems interesting but you don't want to be caught dead taking a picture of.
This action is often made more convincing by wiggling the eyebrows or opening the mouth, to pretend you're trying to get a Snapchat filter to work.
FRIEND A: "Did you just take a stealthie of me?"
FRIEND B (turning phone around): "no I was just using snapchat's new filter, see?"
The grindset is a contemporary ideology of self-exploitation disguised as strength, deeply tied to the aesthetics of the “sigma male” and to new digital forms of patriarchy. It promotes the idea that human worth depends on productivity, economic success, absolute emotional control, and the ability to work endlessly, turning vulnerability, rest, community, and tenderness into signs of weakness. Beneath its rhetoric of discipline and power often lies a profound inability to relate healthily to pain, fragility, and human interdependence.
“That’s the grindset, brother. While weak men sleep and complain, sigma males stay disciplined, work in silence, suppress emotions, and build power while everyone else wastes time chasing comfort.”