What I keep muttering in my head over and over and can’t stop thinking. this phase doesn’t have any meaning; it’s an incessant noise always going off in my head.
Me: What do I want for breakfast this morning?
My head: Fuck to the speed of light! Fuck to the speed of light! Fuck to the speed of light! Fuck to the speed of light! Fuck to the speed of light! Fuck to the speed of light! Fuck to the speed of light! Fuck to the speed of light! Fuck to the speed of light! Fuck to the speed of light! Fuck to the speed of light! Fuck to the speed of light! Fuck to the speed of light! Fuck to the speed of light! Fuck to the speed of light!
A Speed of Light, the Hands is a South African legend of a man that's fists move faster than the speed of light. It can run with its hands faster than normal people can move their feet. He's also has insane precision and is good with his hands on the ladies. He's incredible nay insane.
A person you hate intensely not because they deserve such hatred but because they serve as a focus for your general hatred. A healthy way to dispense with excess animosity.
Jake's not really that big an asshole. He just serves as my hate sink.
A toe rag was originally a foot wrapping used, since mediaeval times up until the mid-nineteenth century, to protect the foot from chafing by boots or shoes. As these were, quite literally, rags they weren’t usually washed, and so with use they became very smelly until they were thrown away. Because of the similarity in smell, toe rag also became the name applied to dried, salted cod or other things with a strong, unpleasant, fishy smell. It didn’t take that long before the name was applied to someone who was an obnoxious, unpleasant OIC.
1 “Socks! Those aren’t socks you smelly git, they’re toe rags!”
2 “What have you been cooking? Smells like toe rag!”
3 “I can smell ‘er fanny from ‘ere, proper toe rag.”
4 That Heale Malcolm is a right toe rag.