When you are in an elevatoralone fart leave then someone else gets in and it is blamed on them when the next person enters.
Beth was in the elevator and let out some extremely nasty gas. She got out on the 5th floor because she couldn’t even deal with her own smell. Lauren then entered on the fourth floor and had to breathe in the awful smell. Lauren thought she was in the clear and no one else would enter when the elevator stopped on the second floor and a hot fireman got on. The fireman looked at Lauren in disgust…even though it wasn’t even her! Beth is a BlameVator to the T.
My friend said he was going to blame his wife for something. I told him that, that might result in injury to ones self. He said "I'll do it over the phone so by the time I see her, her rage will have died down enough that it won't matter. Afterward he said, "We have a Blameationship"
"something the haters love to play on tha players"
-A group of people who make a big scene out of something they know nothing about in front of their (audience) homies/hoes/bar-flies, in order to make themselves look or seem cooler than they really are.
-Usually the first peeps to come shake your hand and suck nutz at a social function.
Player- "why they mean muggin ova there in da corner homie?"
Steve- "Ohh... ya boy Frank just got done playin (blamegame) before you walked in tha door.
Player- "SHOTS 4 ME N STEVE... FUCK YALLLLLLLL!!!" (MIDDLE FINGERS UP)
A Shackteau is a humble, weather-beaten, structurally questionable shelter located in a spectacular or highly coveted place—Wales, Jackson Hole, Sun Valley, Crested Butte, coastal Maine, the Alps—where the building itself may be worth almost nothing, but the dirt, view, access, and mythology make it absurdly valuable.
In use:
Shackteâu - We thought it was an abandoned shed until the realtor called it a rare alpine Shackteâu with unobstructed views and listed it for $2million.