Real, actual, true

A few weeks ago, no one had “cheugy” in their vocabulary . Now everything is saturated with the word. It’s in our heads. It’s in our homes. Everyone is asking: “Am I cheugy? Am I a basic ass bitch? Am I GUILTY of being cheugy?”

The proliferation of cheugy in the mainstream discourse can only be attributed to one source: mental terror. It’s an orchestrated psychological trap to make you question your tastes and interests in the eyes of others.

You are not a cheug. YOU’RE PERFECT!!!!

It is very suspicious that the cheugy mascot is a Minion, a literal cyclops, a deformed
yellow panopticon in overalls ... do not let the all-seeing eye to control you. Be vigilant. Resist cheugy psyops.

a fucking gorilla

A person who has a good name and is kind. Enjoys fresh air and always listens at school, a bit like a geek.

Rilla is the one fresh as a flower bud, ready to bloom. Her's is the beauty of the break of dawn and the golden dusk. Her glow puts to shame a thousand stars. Her voice is sweet as honey, her heart pure as a child. Kindness guides her every action. One must consider themselves lucky to have met a Rilla.

A loud, boisterous mother of a female love-interest from the perspective of her companion.