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probably nothing

This phrase is often used sarcastically. It probably is something.
Ethereum made 5x the revenue Bitcoin has made this week. Probably nothing.

Probably my Biceps 

pronoun- antecedent is always "biceps"
Expression used for the sake of being used; has lost most of original meaning
Origin- Speculated to have been coined by Theodore Roosevelt, as he was known to have an extremely well developed upper body.
"Knock Knock"
"Who's there?"
"Probably my biceps"
*swooning and possible copulation ensues*

You're Probably Right

A phrase used to dodge the blame and embarrassment associated with getting an answer wrong.
Jack: "I know that girl her name is Cindy"

Joe: "She's my neighbor, her name is Angela"

Jack: "You're probably right"

Probably cancer 

Have an odd spot somewhere on your body? Have a lump that you can't explain? Headache, even? Skip the rational thinking, it's probably cancer.
Mike: Hey, Jim, what's that thing on your arm?

Jim: Probably cancer.
Probably cancer by Lord of Ears December 27, 2008

Hate You Probably 

The act of befriending celebrities on Twitter to secure famous birthday wishes.
I Hate You Probably'd TPain, he's totally going to wish me a happy birthday next week.

My name is Walter Hartwell White. I live at 308 Negra Arroyo Lane, Albuquerque, New Mexico, 87104. This is my confession. If you're watching this tape, I'm probably dead- murdered by my brother-in-law, Hank Schrader. 

My name is Walter Hartwell White. I live at 308 Negra Arroyo Lane, Albuquerque, New Mexico, 87104. This is my confession. If you're watching this tape, I'm probably dead- murdered by my brother-in-law, Hank Schrader. Hank has been building a meth empire for over a year now, and using me as his chemist. Shortly after my 50th birthday, he asked that I use my chemistry knowledge to cook methamphetamine, which he would then sell using connections that he made through his career with the DEA. I was... astounded. I... I always thought Hank was a very moral man, and I was particularly vulnerable at the time - something he knew and took advantage of. I was reeling from a cancer diagnosis that was poised to bankrupt my family. Hank took me in on a ride-along and showed me just how much money even a small meth operation could make. And I was weak. I didn't want my family to go into financial ruin, so I agreed. Hank had a partner, a businessman named Gustavo Fring. Hank sold me into servitude to this man.
My name is Walter Hartwell White. I live at 308 Negra Arroyo Lane, Albuquerque, New Mexico, 87104. This is my confession. If you're watching this tape, I'm probably dead- murdered by my brother-in-law, Hank Schrader. Hank has been building a meth empire for over a year now, and using me as his chemist. Shortly after my 50th birthday, he asked that I use my chemistry knowledge to cook methamphetamine, which he would then sell using connections that he made through his career with the DEA. I was... astounded. I... I always thought Hank was a very moral man, and I was particularly vulnerable at the time - something he knew and took advantage of. I was reeling from a cancer diagnosis that was poised to bankrupt my family. Hank took me in on a ride-along and showed me just how much money even a small meth operation could make. And I was weak. I didn't want my family to go into financial ruin, so I agreed. Hank had a partner, a businessman named Gustavo Fring. Hank sold me into servitude to this man.