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Tom Skilling 

The trillest meteorologist to have ever been on the air. You can catch him on WGN news at 9.
Jeff: Is it gonna rain tonight?
Alex: Tom Skilling said it was, and he's never wrong
Tom Skilling by trilldude69 January 2, 2014

Kushner shit smelling face 

That face that Jared Kushner makes which conveys a sneering superiority but looks as though he is smelling shit.
The Kushner shit smelling face is a defense against his own inferiority.

spelling 

A lost art.
wuht ish teh speling tset? O_o
spelling by JiaXue November 1, 2003

Smelling the Syrup

Something done by people who should kill themselves
You are a worthless, bitch ass nigga. Your life literally is as valuable as a summer ant. I'm just gonna stomp you and you're gonna keep coming back, imma seal up all my cracks, you're gonna keep coming back. Why? Cause you keep smelling the syrup, you worthless bitch ass nigga. You're gonna stay on my dick until you die. You serve no purpose in life - your purpose in life is to be on my stream sucking on my dick daily. Your purpose in life is to be in that chat, blowing a dick daily.

Your life is nothing, you serve zero purpose. You should kill yourself, NOW!

And give somebody else a piece of that oxygen, and ozone layer, that's covered up so that we can breathe inside this blue trap bubble. Cause what are you here for? To worship me? Kill yourself. I mean that, with a 100%, with a 1000%.
Smelling the Syrup by Bernie Gores February 26, 2022
An Australian term for guzzling down a large alcoholic beverage, (usually beer) in a large glass or mug without taking a breath.
Eric and Darin had a skulling contest and Eric skulled a whole quart in 6 seconds.

skulling by Danny Ray Wilson June 16, 2008

Shelleying

Next-level skiving. Raising avoidance of the workplace to an art form.
When I woke up today, the heating was nearly half a degree out of whack, so I obviously had to some Shelleying. I told my boss I had hypothermia and was in the spa by 9.30.

A sustained campaign of Shelleying had enabled Simon to write his first novel, a six hundred page meditation on one man’s struggle with devastating haemorrhoids.

Person 1: “Man, I’ve not been in to work on a Friday for 15 years. I tell them I’m working from home, but I’ve totally cracked out the gin by mid-morning.”
Person 2: “Dude, that is some epic Shelleying.”