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In Brexit mythology, Sunlit Uplands is the dwelling of both false idols (politicians) and idealogues ( tabloid reading tossers). It is comparable to Asgard in Norse mythology, Mount Olympus in Greek mythology and Heaven in Abrahamic mythology. Only the truly faithful may apparently get a chance to enter and gaze at the elusive untold fortunes - and unicorns.
No of course I haven’t seen the fucking Sunlit Uplands of Brexit, or fucking unicorns; because it was always going to be bollocks! Just like all the other mythical shit people fall for.
A public school with a bunch of white fck boys, hot Cheeto loving hoes, and black people who think they can rap....only 5% of the girls are attractive there but there all snakes, the parties are gay and get rolled by the cops and everyone thinks ther hot shi*t
An individual who's rising career path is the result of repeated rejection and transfer from their current position as a means of ridding a group of their undesirable presence. An alternate means of expulsion from a group as opposed to termination.
After the process has been repeated in rapid succession, these individuals are mistakenly viewed by unknowing superiors as exceptional rising stars, and thus soon and often rise to the highest ranks of management.
The downward spiral, failure or non-performance of many modern corporations is the result of the cadre of upward failures who now ocupy the positions of CEO, CFO, and COO.
A phenomenon that occasionally occurs in social gatherings that devolve into a nostalgia-fest conversation about fecal incidents such as soiling underwear, quality bowel movement and/or alcohol fueled defecating incidents. Inevitably, the conversation becomes a string of awful fish-stories about large bowel movements and creative placement and/or uses of them. The conversation becomes more and more repugnant at a exponential pace. Ultimately, the least attractive person of the coversation wins with the most horrifically grotesque story about his or her colon meat.
"...Last week, at Joe's bachelor party, Eric told us this story about crapping his pants on the way home from work that week. For some reason, the stripper decided she should become part of the conversation and told a story about how she once deuced through her g-string thereby cutting the turd in two. Eric rebutted by regaling us with a tale of a boat trip where he made some starboard diarrhea or something like that. That touched off about an hour of one upmanshit where each had one less appetizing story after the next...."