A nigga who's niggardry is so powerful that not even Uncle Ruckus can exorcise the nigganess out of said nigga.
The vile nigga in question holds such malice and pure hatred, that if you were to oppose the nigga he would go out of his way to fuck up your whole bloodline’s lives for generations a thousand fold. There is no whip too long nor belt too firm that can beat the ghoulish amount of nigganess out of the nigga. The only thing strong enough to un-ultramegasuperultimatekookoocrazyballisticniggify the nigga who has fell nictim (nigga victim) to such an absurd amount of niggardry is to force the nigga gorge upon a mountain of bland ass mashed potato, so that the inner white person inside the abhorrent nigga’s soulmay break free, and put an end to such niggarous tyranny.
“BREAKING NEWS: THE ULTRA MEGA SUPER ULTIMATE KOOKOO CRAZY BALLISTIC NIGGA HAS BROKENFREE FROM HIS CELL!
EVERYBODY GET TO STEPPIN OR WERE ALL FUCKED”
Nigga 1: SHIT NIGGA WERE DOOMED”
Nigga 2: “GET THE FUCK IN THE CAR BEFORE HE GETS HERE”
Ultra Mega Super Ultimate KooKoo Crazy Ballistic Nigga: *sitting in the backseat of they car whilst bashing to fortnite feet*
Term used to describe someone who is a mix of both rural (country) and urban (metropolitan) lifestyles/upbringings. He/she is typically equally comfortable in both settings and is able to seamlessly slip back and forth between the two, appreciating the characteristics of each.
That ol' gal of mine drives the 12lane freeway during the week and a John Deere on the weekends. She likes opra and the Grand Ol' Opry. I love them countrypolitan women.
A bath consisting of a variety of slats, oils, soaps or any other added ingredients such as fruits, milks, herbs or any other spices for health or beautifying benifits.
She brought home alot of stuff and took it to the bathroom. She must be taking a witch bath.
While our lifespan is the number of years we will live, our healthspan is the number of healthy years we will have and our sexspan is is the number of years we will continue to be healthy enough to continue having an active sex life.
A lighthearted reaction upon receiving disappointing news of some sort. Usually something that isn't a particularly a big deal, esp. when it primarily affects someone else - sort of a mild schadenfreude. Sometimes doubled or tripled, and possibly said in a sing-songy voice for added comedic effect to imitate a muted trumpet, which is how the meme originated.
You didn't get any napkins with your takeout pork fried rice? Womp womp.