bloosph 

The action of something exponentially moving downwards and eventually ends up as a pool of that thing. It can also be used in the non-physical sense.

1: "Dude, my porridge just bloosphed."
2: "Great, now you have to clean it up off of my shoes."

or

1: "Hey, how's the scurvy you got from that 2-month-long immersive Virtual Reality experience?"
2: "My body feels bloosph."
1: "Fuck, man."

bloosph by jamkiol October 18, 2022

blogosphincter

Muscles that control the release of mental and emotional waste products from the mind into the chat room or blog site.

Dude: I have a pain in my blogosphincter.

Doc: Can you post me a sample?

blogosphincter by Diego Mendez March 21, 2009

Bloosh 

A redness in the face, often referred to as blushing and represented with multiple slashes (/////) when typing

The girl and the boy were so close to each other, one began to bloosh red.
"Why you bloosh?"

Bloosh by Sml Bean December 5, 2019

blogosphere 

A buzzword created to represent the overall bloging bloggity blog blog community. Often used by those who want to convince themselves that they are some sort of "internet professional", but instead come off as sounding completely ridiculous.

I cant believe there are people who still use the word blogosphere in sentences that are intended to sound intelligent.

blogosphere by ZipZopZoobityBop September 27, 2006

blogosphere 

Imagine a million lunatics wandering the streets mumbling to themselves. Write it all down and put it on the web. Congratulations, you've just created the blogosphere.

I wonder what the blogosphere has to say about the latest political scandal.

blogosphere by Colin.LA April 17, 2006

blogosphere 

A tragedy.

..........

The "blogosphere" is the new buzz word that has replaced "information super highway." It's what idiots like to call a collection of "blogs," otherwise known as a tragedy.

blogosphere by DigDUgSmug August 15, 2005

bloosharted 

A state of flatulence in which the individual (or animal) exudes the combination of blood, fecal matter and gas.

Mary: Excuse me I need to change my dungarees.

Elphaba: Heavens! What is that ghastly odor?

Mary: Too many choco-tacos for one hot dame. *whispers* I bloosharted.

bloosharted by bungalocarl May 6, 2014