Intelligence agency term for "psychological operation". A government or corporate-sponsored operation, usually taking the form of a "terrorist attack" or "crazed gunman on a spree", with the intent of panicking the public into demanding more police and laws inhibiting freedom. Psyops are usually carried out by drugging a civilian or group of civilians with aggression-promoting drugs, psyching them up, arming them, and sending them out to commit mayhem. Government-sponsored terrorism. See also blackshirts, conspiracy

The day you wake up hit your head on numerous objects, trip on several steps, and coincidentaly spill mustard on your white (insert type of clothing here). Usually formulates around Mondays and/or any days of a menstral cycle (this includes males)

<read in irish-esque accent>
so, ya wake up one mahrnin', and ye drank a wee bit too much last nite. and ya hav a massive headache. now, this headache, it makes ya feel like shit. and yer nose starts to bleed, cuz your so damn hungover. now, ya walk outside to get some fresh air, and yer neighbors shittin on your lawn (welcome mat if u live in the city). you say 'hey asshole! stop it, and clean it up.' so he give's ye the finger and cracks ya in the head with an aluminum baseball bat. so, y'ave a concussion. and ya think 'shit this hurts, i better go to der hossspitallll.......'. so ya run 2 redlights, cuz y'uv become so dizzy that ya can't straight, or colors for that matter. so on the third, you're too fucked up to notice the 18 wheeler thats about to blindside ya. so ya wake up in the hospital, with no car insurance. so to recap....

-hangover
-bloody nose
-shit in the lawn
-concussion
-totalled car
-4000 gallons of spilled gas from the truck
-broken ribs, legs, arms, neck, and you can never get boner again.
-and a cop writin u a ticket for not havin car insurance.

all cuz yer buddy said, 'yer 'avin a bad day, come to this party with me'

1. Monday
2. Female: period
3. Male: that day where you just want to punch anyone that comes near you.

A guy was watching over his kid for nightly prayers.

The kid says, "Goodnight mommy, daddy, grandpa, and goodbye grandma."

The next day the grandma dies. The guy thinks this is really weird. That night, the kid says "Goodnight mommy, daddy, and goodbye grandpa" The next day the grandpa dies.

The father is like this is really weird. That night the kid says, "Goodngiht mommy, and goodbye daddy."

The father freaks. He's all like I'm gonna die. So the next day he goes to work really slowly and carefully, and is nice to everyone at work. at the end of the day, he drives home really carefully and collapses into a chair.

He says," Honey, can you get me a cup of coffee? I've had a really bad day. She says YOU'VE had a bad day! I found the mailman dead on the doorstep!

BAD DAY: You know it's gonna be a bad day when you step in chewing gum with your right foot and doggie doo with your left foot-----and that's before you leave your bathroom!----
and you don't even chew gum!-----and you don't even have a dog!