Consternation over whether or not to release one’s flatulence for fear of it being a big ole wet shart. The pressure is real but the fear of shatting oneself is concerning.
I had the Gentleman’s Delima today. I gambled and sadly, I lost. I sharted straight down my pant leg into my shoe. I should have known better having had a fizzy bisto earlier.
A really sweet and amazing girl who deserves the world.
Helpful and kind, she is beloved by all. Her charm makes her so loveable. She's good at art, has a good taste in music and is small.
She should start seeing herself like everyone else sees her, a beautiful human being worthy of everything good in this world. Like a star, she brings light and hope even in the darkest of times.
Person 1: "I met Delia yesterday, she's so sweet!"
Person 2: "yes, she's very kind, is she not? I love her a lot :)"
Person 1: "me too!<3"
12 step recovery jargon referring to someone new who talks about how great life is, now that they'resober. Usually meaning that the person is out of touch with reality.
The new guy seems pretty happy for a dude who has no job, no money and no family. He must be on a pink cloud.