The contract you sign in blood when leg day isn't just a suggestion but a contract of death to come home to your trad gothwife who’s been on her knees begging for a pair of femboy thighs as you await the finest bowl of goyslop.
person1: i signed the winter arccontract person2: #sigmamalegrindset
To produce a bowel movement so extreme in its smell that the next person who enters the bathroom into the room will have their face melted off, a-la Raiders of the Lost Ark when the "Arc of the Covenant" was opened.
"Guys, I had a big steak dinner last night along with some onion soup. Now that I've gone and finished my morning coffee I'm gonna go to the bathroom and open the Arc of the Covenant."