The place that you go when your really fucked up. Not just fucked up but "shit hammered" "ass mangled" drunk. So drunk that when you get home you just sit down in silence and stare into oblivion(Narnia). Your soo "turbo-wastiod" that you barely even scrounge up the brain cells to say "smell my fingers". Welcome to Narnia.

The magical place you enter when getting high.

The inside of a cabinet usually where a stud or a person of true lacrosse talent with the softest of hands sits during the world wide renowned game of quick stick. There are many obstacles in Narnia, including limited eyesight, restricted range of motion, and Mr.Tumniss. When playing Dorm Room Quick-stick, the person who drops the ball in Narnia while still a "faggot", is much less of a faggot than anyone else because he/she had the balls to even wander into Narnia.Narnia also provides a safe-haven from RA's and Camp Counselors who enforce curfew and bed time. When one steps out of narnia they are in a state of confusion, having thought they lived out their whole life only to regain knowledge that they've just been in a fucking dresser for about 5 minutes

a land that is said to be reached when one is extremely baked, snorting cocaine, or tripping on acid.

The smallest possibility for the size of a penis.

The place that overly clingy couples travel to when they spontaneously disappear on the rest of their friends for hours at a time during social events. Mostly used because everyone knows where they are and what they're doing but no one really wants to say it aloud.

A vagina that has gone unused for quite sometime, and is therefore practically frozen over.