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The darkly ironic belief that wealth and leisure will magically materialize with zero effort—a philosophy popular among lottery ticket enthusiasts and those who've decided hard work is fundamentally overrated.
A humorous cultural reference to a pattern of arriving 1-2 hours late; when your arrival time is 'whenever you get there' and punctuality is more of a suggestion than a requirement.
A revolting brown paste that accumulates at the bottom of cups or bottles at parties, containing a charming mixture of cigarette butts, ash, spit, beer dregs, and whatever else people thought was funny to add. It smells like regret and poor life choices.
A group of wannabe comedians who bond over endless Family Guy and Simpsons quotes, convinced they're hilarious geniuses while everyone else is actively dying inside from secondhand cringe.
A male who treats basic human decency as a rare personality trait deserving romantic compensation, convinced that respecting women entitles him to their affection.
An ex-partner who remains perpetually available for emotional dumping and companionship, whether you're currently single or in a relationship with someone else. They're basically a romantic safety net disguised as 'just being friends.'
A perpetually time-displaced person stuck in 1980s aesthetics—think crystal-topped cane, shaved body, and the fashion sense of an amateur pimp. They're blissfully unaware that their era ended decades ago and stubbornly refuse to update.
Someone hopelessly devoted to 'the way things were,' with zero interest in updating their worldview or tech stack.
Relatives who rarely show up except to ask for something; you tolerate them best from a distance because proximity breeds resentment.
A portmanteau of "ridiculous" and "lust" describing a couple so aggressively infatuated with each other that their public displays of affection have become a biohazard warning to everyone nearby.
Dark humor for when an 18-wheeler illegally turns out of a left-turn-only lane and demolishes everything beside it in one swift, destructive arc. Called that because a Prius would totally fit in the carnage.
An exclamation of unbridled excitement and anticipation; the verbal equivalent of your hype meter hitting maximum capacity right before something awesome happens.
A meaningless suffix slapped onto random words to create ironic humor or sound intentionally ridiculous—it's the verbal equivalent of a dad joke, except younger people do it and somehow they own it better.
The kind of backwards, illogical reasoning that only someone with a spectacular absence of critical thinking skills could construct; basically nonsense dressed up in pseudo-academic clothing.
A Latina woman who carries herself with self-respect, cultural pride, and authenticity—basically the embodiment of knowing her worth and refusing to settle for anything less.
When depression and sexual/romantic frustration collide into one confusing hormonal storm—the emotional equivalent of desperately needing to touch grass in a very specific way. A mood that desperately needs fixing.
Puffy, heavily cushioned winter boots from the '70s and '80s that looked like you were preparing for a lunar landing; wear them too close to a campfire and they'll melt into sad, squishy disappointment.
A double-wide sleeping bag engineered specifically to contain both the evidence and the noise of intimate activities—plausible deniability from parents sold separately.
That moment when something startles, scares, or creeps you out so badly that your skin erupts in goosebumps—whether from genuine fear, eerie vibes, or someone jumping out to terrify you.
The unshakeable confidence to wear whatever you want without caring one iota about anyone's judgment; pure 'I don't give a flying flip' energy channeled into fashion choices.
Someone who softens offensive comments with 'I'm sorry, but...' as if a preamble makes prejudice more palatable.
Someone or something lame, low-class, or beneath contempt; basically a digital peasant.
Dumping your emotional baggage onto someone you barely know because you lack the internal resources to process your own feelings.
Playing video games alone obsessively to the point where your real-world social life withers and your only relationships are with NPCs.