A situation in which two or more people trade an ever-escalating quantity of puns on a given topic, ending only when all except one have quit due to tiredness/boredom/psychosis/etc.
Person A: "Why do you have to be snow cynical? If you don't like it, you could at least flake it."
Person B: "Whoa! Don't get flurrious with me just because you can't sleet things from my point of view."
Person A: "I have to admit: I wasn't expecting such a chilly reception. Anyway, you may be a bit of an ice queen right now, but I bet you'll warm up to things eventually."
Person B: "... You win."
Person A: "Ha! In pun-upmanship, there can only be pun!"
Is the art or practice of successively outdoing a competitor, rival or enemy/friend.
X: aww i like kati y: ohhh yeaahh...you doo do yaa (he (y) doesn't like her but just wants to ruin the chances of them getting together, so behind (x's) back gets her (Kati) to go out with him, X is annoyed about them getting together but pretends its not bothering him, meanwhile X is using the same M.O 'method of operating' to get one back.
The one-upmanship escalates until either one stops, or they realise there both at it..(which would quite amsuing for them, or embarrasing.. depends how you take it ;)
When a man dismisses another guy's depression because he's never been through it so thinks they just need to man up. Marked by a lack of empathy and a superiority complex, an attitude born out of toxic masculinity.
Have you read that douchebag's tweets? He thinks depression isn't real and that guys just need to [man up[. Classic man-upmanship
Expression to describe the dedication shown by someone who is amazingly sentimental with their passion to "one,-up" an opponent, who may or may not actually be concerned with the ability of the former.
"Yo, I tried to get a handful of them zoom-zooms, but several trust fund bitches were all about that one-upmanship, offering over cost for a bulk amount that should receive bulk rates.."
After Biden went out of his way to appoint tropishly gay individuals to his administration, Trump praised Arnold Palmer's cock in front of a crowd and then lived with Elon Musk for four months in a the most embarrassing game of Faggot One-Upmanship ever played.
A phenomenon that occasionally occurs in social gatherings that devolve into a nostalgia-fest conversation about fecal incidents such as soiling underwear, quality bowel movement and/or alcohol fueled defecating incidents. Inevitably, the conversation becomes a string of awful fish-stories about large bowel movements and creative placement and/or uses of them. The conversation becomes more and more repugnant at a exponential pace. Ultimately, the least attractive person of the coversation wins with the most horrifically grotesque story about his or her colon meat.
"...Last week, at Joe's bachelor party, Eric told us this story about crapping his pants on the way home from work that week. For some reason, the stripper decided she should become part of the conversation and told a story about how she once deuced through her g-string thereby cutting the turd in two. Eric rebutted by regaling us with a tale of a boat trip where he made some starboard diarrhea or something like that. That touched off about an hour of one upmanshit where each had one less appetizing story after the next...."
A meaningless, unimpressive, self-serving introduction. An indicator that the story about to be shared will be pointless and dumb.
Back when I lived in upstate new york, I also had to park on the street - on two occasions, we got enough snow, mixed with just the right plowing, that my car was lifted off the ground from so much snow being jammed underneath it.
Sister: This meeting was to discuss the rough draft of my essay, where we discussed the subsidiary questions I added in my rough draft. We also discussed the relationship between my main title and the real-life situations I chose to use in my essay. We discussed the structure of my essay as well, specifically the Math AOK section and how it relates to the contradiction of the title. This second meeting was particularly helpful in discussing the implications of my essay claims and how to apply the title across various areas of knowledge. There were many sections of the essay that could have been cut down in wordiness and the ways of knowing required further and more in-depth analysis.
An absolutely foolproof way to keep minors from viewing content deemed "too mature" for them to watch.
Billy: "So I was trying to watch some videos for an M rated game, and I ran into an age gate, so I put in my real birthday. SOMEHOW it managed to figure out that I am 12. CURSE YOU AGE GATE!!!"
Bill: "Fucking age gate! *quick scroll* THERE! I was born on January 1, 1904. Fuck you age gate."