it is what you call a group of your closes friends…
cross between guys and b-tches
tash: hey gytchies, whats up?!
tash: ok guys i have to go now!!
rebecca: ok love you gytchies…byeeee!
- no one gives a f*ck brad
the extreme act of no more sh-ts being given. can be used in any act of lost hope and caring of a situation, especially in the instance of wearing the wrong color sweater on the wrong day. “you’re wearing a pink sweater, and it’s tuesday…. no one gives a f-ck brad.”
baeb – your significant other who yourself call bae, but also a babe. girl: you made it to my ballerina ricital. boy: of course baeb, i wouldn’t miss it for the world.
- wizz block
whilst you’re trying to get nasty, especially when losing your virginity, your mates burst into the room simultaneously c-ck blocking and giving you instant blue b-lls. they then post the resulting scene on facebook. brah, did you smash dat peng sket? nah me was wizz blocked and fraped.
- lose my squash
to completely unravel in a large explosion of anger, frustration, and exasperation (aka the triumvirate of despair.) derived from of “out of my gourd.” dude, if trump says “locker room talk” one more time i’m going to lose my squash. if one more person asks me something they could google and find out i’m going […]
someone that can’t get into a relationship. she is uncuffable, always homie hopping.