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A term used to describe the midsection of an extremely fat and possibly homosexual man. It is a large, protruding ring of fat along the waste made especially visible when tight Adidas tops are worn by the person possessing it.
A devastating British-flavored critique indicating something is so catastrophically terrible that it transcends normal levels of awfulness and enters a realm of incomprehensible failure. This phrase suggests the subject matter is so bad, only canines might appreciate it, and even that's debatable. It's the nuclear option of negative reviews.
A "language" that's basically Scottish dialect spoken with an Irish farmer accent—controversial because governments apparently fund it despite linguists collectively shrugging and moving on. It's the linguistic equivalent of DIY with no instruction manual.
A human being who is biased against those he or she considers ugly.
An endearing term for something unbearably cute, like 'munchkin' but with more syllables for extra adorableness. It's what you call small children, pets, or that one friend who's shorter than everyone else. The word itself sounds squishy and round, which perfectly matches its meaning.
To dive headfirst into a task or experience with reckless enthusiasm and zero preparation, consequences be damned. The gaming and creative world's way of saying 'yeet yourself into the void and see what happens.'
A person who shows zero romantic or sexual interest in any gender—they're just vibing solo in the dating game. Basically, the opposite of being chronically single; they're chronically unbothered.
For example, if you tell yourBFFthat you just broke up with yourSO, they might respond with "uok?" Which ... well, you're likely not, so that's kind of a silly question. But it's a place to start a conversation.
What rappers and wannabe tough guys call 'the city' when they want to sound more street and slightly more dangerous than 'downtown.' It's the concrete wilderness where survival of the flyest reigns supreme.
A humorous fictional reference to an online dating service for emotionally turbulent individuals who overshare their feelings. It's satirizing the tendency of certain people to use dating apps as therapy.
Someone who waits in the background while you're using up all your flirting energy, then swoops in at the perfect moment to one-up you and steal the show. It's the social equivalent of a sneak attack.
The panicked scrubbing of your browser history with wholesome searches before someone borrows your device—digital damage control for your questionable browsing habits.
Something so catastrophically, irredeemably bad that normal 'bad' doesn't adequately describe it—you need to invoke this British/Irish intensifier to convey the full scope of disappointment. It's shit elevated to an art form.