A Piano so powerful that who ever is "lucky" enough to have it play will give enough of anything you need to win a loosing fight no matter how injured or backed into a corner you are.
Traitor 1: thanks for saving me
Traitor 2: no problem, but I could've not done it without Il Vento D'oro
Traitor 1: what?
Traitor 2: You know the piano playing
A type of multi-frame image in which a lackluster or overused meme is replicated with poorer graphical fidelity but increased verbosity successive times to the point where it is difficult to understand the meme without the original context. Also called 'meme corruption' or 'progressively verbose meme'.
Frame 3: The grandfather clock currently displays a reading of twelve o'clock post meridian.
Frame 4: It has become increasingly apparent to me that due to the rotation of Earth relative to the Sun, the current "time" as defined by Ancient Egyptians via the decan system is denoted by the numerical value "twelve" of the clock, signalling that the Sun is at the highest point in the sky.
A disease that affects the brain, causing the host to only think of lust, mainly from fiction. Anyone who has it loses control over themselves and commits various actions once their sight is set on a fictional person. Many have succumbed to the disease, locking away the outside world, all for their one true fictional love.
Person 1: "I know she's not real, but I can't stop looking at her picture!"
Person 2: "Sounds like the Lefheim-Vector disease to me."
The act of covering your raging boner in ranch dressing in hopes that a girl that usually wouldn't suck your dickwill because she loves ranch dressing!
I dunno fellas she just isn't in to me, I can't even get pity head from her.
Did you try a Vergona Bona? That girl can't turn down ranch dressing bruh!