A cocktail consisting of MD 20/20 (Any Flavor), Wild Irish Rose, Colt 45, and the contents of a Big Gulp fished out of the trash. The mixture should be shaken as opposed to stirred. Add a hot dog straight from 12 hours on the roller for some texture and flavor. Best enjoyed next to a homeless guy who will tell you about the glory days next to the 7-11 dumpster at about 2:41 am.
I tried the 7-11 special last night, and I finally found my dad behind the 7-11 on the boulevard. I woke up and he was gone again tho :(
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.”