Wobun

A place in Bedfordshire used as an intersection for aircraft flying north and northwest out of Heathrow during westerly ops

Speedbird two seven niner cleared to Los Angeles on the Wobun two foxtrot, squawk eight eight niner two

by DanEvans April 6, 2010

28 stab wounds

YOU DIDN'T WANNA LEAVE HIM A CHANCE, HUH? DID YOU FEEL ANGER? HATE? I KNOW YOU KILLED HIM, WHY WON'T YOU SAY IT? JUST SAY "I KILLED HIM" IS IT THAT HARD TO SAY? JUST SAY YOU KILLED HIM, JUST SAY IT!!

*slams paper on table*

28 STAB WOUNDS.

by connor RK-900 September 19, 2018

rubbing salt on the wound

Rubbing salt on the wound is a idiom when you make a matter worse or to make someone very unhappy

You are literally rubbing salt on the wound trying to say sorry to me

by crasher 1998 July 4, 2016

wabungus

A humorous pufferfish, usually in the state in which it is full of air.

yo, that fish is a total wabungus.
y'all seen that wabungus image on instagram?

by moldybongwater September 29, 2020

just a flesh wound

A large wound, such as a severed arm, dismissed by an egotistic fighter as "just a flesh wound".

"Look you stupid bastard you've got no arms left!"
"Yes, I have"
"LOOK!"
"It's just a flesh wound."

by Oli the Mad March 14, 2017

Wombunkuluss

Wombunkuluss is a very awesome word that everyone should use and know. Its A word that mean’s something is very awesome.

Jim is so wombunkuluss. I’m very wombunkuluss. That car is wombunkuluss. I wish I was a wombunkuluss person. That roller coaster was wombunkuluss.

by Wombunkuluss December 2, 2017

Woundmates

Defined by author Jeff Brown in his book 'An Uncommon Bond', Woundmates are those relationships that are sourced in unresolved emotional patterns, issues and holdings. Not to be confused with soul-mates, which will also trigger shadowy material to the surface, but which hold a greater deal of promise. At the heart of soul-mate connections is an opportunity to work with the shadow in a growthful manner- working the material as grist for the soul mill- while wound-mates just flounder in the mud, trigger after trigger, downward spiral after downward spiral, attached at the waste. Woundmates are trouble with a capital T.

It took me 5 years to realize we were woundmates. I loved her so much, but we just couldn't stop hurting each other. I broke free and have felt better ever since.

by Soulful one August 20, 2013