the badass mutha fuckin swim team of St Mary's College. our rookies aren't afraid of a little marker on their faces. we pump iron to shitty new age. then we get belligerent and smoke us some candy cigs for our nic fix, when we've had enough of the spiderman g bong. monty's our favorite building, and we enjoy a refreshing power hour in the afternoon. that's right, robopound was our creation. we also fry tots after monks with our bare hands. then eat them. one word. buhhhkeenee. we like to talk shit. and flip the bird. natty bo is the drink of choice, especially on case day. so shoot that beer, son--and don't boot--cuz you're part of the MFST.
Dude 1: Hey, what you doin' tonight?
Dude 2: I'm gettin' belligerent with the MFST!
church hurt is where you experience a degree of distance, pain, or judgement from your church community. Essentially, you are just unable to “find your place”. This is prevalent in the Christian community, but can be extended to other religions.
Now that I am an adult I am beginning to heal from the church hurt that was inflicted on me as a child.
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.