Cheyanne: What's your favorite animal?
Daysha: Obviously a flobster!
Cheyanne: What the f*ck is a flobster?!
Daysha: It's a flying lobster of course! It's in the name!
Cheyanne: Okay.......
The legendary flobster zoomed past the children, too fast to be seen by the naked eye.
Someone who dresses however they want. They don't have a specific style. They make fun of other groups of people especially Hipsters and Scene kids. Unlike Hipsters, Flipsters don't deny being a Flipster. They could care less what others do. Flipsters are Too Hip To Flip.
Sarah: Grenades is such a loser.
Grenades: Shut up hipster.
Connie: Such a Flipster, Grenades.
Grenades: Such a Scene kid, Connie.
Residents of Flint, Michigan; a decaying rabble of bricks and smokeless factory shells located north of Detroit.
A really safe city if you are a military commando armed to the teeth!!
But the flintsters, or flint homeboys continue to cruise it's pot hole filled streets enjoying it like a slice of heaven or hell in this urban gem of yet to hit the bottom: Michigan.
The flintsters were all huddled around the overturned trash can on the corner snorting crack and downing 40 ouncers of Old English Ale 800.
That loud mouth guy is a blame-America-firster.
The blame-America-firsters are fools, blind, dumb, or nuts.
That fool is always blame-America-firstering.
Those blame-America-firsters are siggering all americans with that kind of talk.
That loud mouth guy is a blame-America-firster.
The blame-America-firsters are fools, blind, dumb, or nuts.
That fool is always blame-America-firstering.
Those blame-America-firsters are siggering all americans with that kind of talk.