ragic

ragic is a contraction of the words “tragic” and “rag,” as in “she’s on the rag.” in most cases, this is when a man or woman bleeds profusely from the hole between his/her thighs.
stephen’s ragic night left his new bedsheets soaked in what appeared to be his own menstrual blood.
combination of rapid and magic.
tool to quickly create web db apps.
our company just ragic all our db applications to save a few bucks.
a ragic is an uncommon man of supreme style and cl-ss.

likely to be found in a popular pub taking your money on the pool table then buying you a beer with it, you won’t identify him by his clothing because there is no bad-ss uniform. he’s probably not sporting the latest fad, he’s not wearing $200 jeans, and he doesn’t have frosted hair. he’s always up for a challenge, he’ll probably succeed and he seems to be good at everything. but at the same time, the bad-ss att-tude is like: “ok well i don’t give a sh-t”.

he feels no obligation whatsoever to justify his beliefs, values, convictions, morals et cetera with anyone. he likes his music because it sounds cool to him. you won’t find him if you look for him because there is no sure way to identify him.

he won’t pick a fight but do not f-ck with him, because he will beat the sh-t out of you with his bare hands. he’s taken more punches to the face than you have, and he’s probably busted a few knuckles (on more than just the kitchen cabinets in the dark). treats people with respect up to the point where they cross the line with him. keeps his cool but won’t be pushed around. he does not justify insecurities by bringing others down; he’ll accept everyone to have as much fun as he is having regardless of what they look like.
he was such a ragic, randomly shows up at my party, carrying a keg of awesome beer that i had never heard of. he proceeded to thrashed me in beer pong and pick up my friend’s gf before suddenly disappearing.

ragic is an uncommon man of supreme style. he does what he wants, when he wants, where he wants. you won’t find him on facebook, mysp-ce, msn et cetera because he is probably out being cool somewhere. he might be on a motorcycle, but it’s probably not a harley or a crotch rocket because he won’t spend that much money to be accepted. traditionally, he will smoke, but it’s not necessary at all. he feels no obligation whatsoever to justify his beliefs, values, convictions, morals et cetera with anyone. he likes his music because it sounds cool to him. you won’t find him if you look for him because there is no sure way to identify him. one does not think that he is bad-ss; he knows it and that’s that. alternatively, a bad-ss is the complete opposite of a douchebag.

likely to be found in a popular pub taking your money on the pool table then buying you a beer with it, you won’t identify him by his clothing because there is no bad-ss uniform. he’s probably not sporting the latest fad, he’s not wearing $200 jeans, and he doesn’t have frosted hair. he’s always up for a challenge, he’ll probably succeed and he seems to be good at everything. but at the same time, the bad-ss att-tude is like: “ok well i don’t give a sh-t”.

genuinely intriguing and intrigued by others, he radiates confidence in everything he does and fears n-body. he won’t pick a fight but do not f-ck with him, because he will beat the sh-t out of you with his bare hands. he’s taken more punches to the face than you have, and he’s probably busted a few knuckles (on more than just the kitchen cabinets in the dark). treats people with respect up to the point where they cross the line with him. keeps his cool but won’t be pushed around. he does not justify insecurities by bringing others down; he’ll accept everyone to have as much fun as he is having regardless of what they look like;bad-ss;rage-tastic
stephen is so ragic he walked across the street outside of the crosswalk.
bad-ss; rage-tastic.
stephen is so ragic he walked across the street outside of the crosswalk.