When you and your friends decide to have a party but only invite prostitutes and pay them with fake money. Once you're done you tell them to get lost and then order pineapple and ham pizza because it fucking sucks.
Then you all start wailing on each other and breaking everything in the house.
The party ends with the smallest guy getting on the coffee table and shitting the biggest turd he can.
It should be noted that there is no alcohol involved in these events. Just orange juice. But not from concentrate. Cause fuck that shit.
Dude I wanna go to your ghetto smash party. Is it still on?
Of course bro you'realwayswelcome but I haven't sorted out the prostitutes yet..
No worries bro there's loads down the street where I live!
Alright sorted :)
when you're holding up your phone and making faces at it, as though you are taking a selfie, but you're really taking a picture of the person across from you or the wall or anything else that seems interesting but you don't want to be caught dead taking a picture of.
This action is often made more convincing by wiggling the eyebrows or opening the mouth, to pretend you're trying to get a Snapchat filter to work.
The grindset is a contemporary ideology of self-exploitation disguised as strength, deeply tied to the aesthetics of the “sigma male” and to new digital forms of patriarchy. It promotes the idea that human worth depends on productivity, economic success, absolute emotional control, and the ability to work endlessly, turning vulnerability, rest, community, and tenderness into signs of weakness. Beneath its rhetoric of discipline and power often lies a profound inability to relate healthily to pain, fragility, and human interdependence.
“That’s the grindset, brother. While weak men sleep and complain, sigma males stay disciplined, work in silence, suppress emotions, and build power while everyone else wastes time chasing comfort.”