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B-UNIT
A group of five rappers from Muscat who think they're the best at making music. They drop beats and make fun of people who don’t know what they're talking about.
The B-Unit dropped a new song and everyone started dancing.
My friend joined the B-Unit and now he’s a rapper.
The B-Unit came to the club and the DJ said, 'You guys are the best.'
B-UNIT
A silly nickname for the Pope used by people who think they're friends with him. They probably aren’t.
My dad called the Pope ‘B-Unit’ and now he’s mad.
The Pope showed up at the school and everyone was confused.
My teacher said the Pope is part of the B-Unit and now we have to do extra homework.
B-UNIT
Poop. The dirtiest thing you can imagine. The kind of stuff you’d never want to eat.
My brother ate B-Unit and now he’s sick.
The B-Unit came out of the toilet and everyone ran away.
I got B-Unit on my shoe and now it smells like a garbage can.
B-UNIT
A group of people who are like bananas but also kind of stupid. They think they're cool because they're part of a group that's not as cool as G-Unit.
The B-Unit showed up at the party and ate all the bananas.
My cousin joined the B-Unit and now he thinks he’s a gorilla.
The B-Unit came to the school and the teacher said, 'I don’t like bananas.'
B-Trap
A B-trap is when someone won't stop talking about work and you're stuck in a conversation that feels like a prison. You can't leave. You're too tired. You're doomed.
'I just got a promotion, and I'm going to work 12 hours a day. I don't even know why I bother.', 3:47am
'You're not even listening to me. I'm telling you, I'm going to work until I die.', 4:12am
'I had to work on Saturday. I didn't even get a break. I'm going to work on Sunday.', 4:45am
B-Trap
A B-trap is like being trapped in a room with a person who only talks about work. You try to leave, but they drag you back in.
'I had to work late last night. I don't even know why I bother.', 3:00am
'I'm going to work tomorrow. I don't even know why I bother.', 3:30am
'I had to work on Saturday. I'm going to work on Sunday. I'm going to work on Monday.', 4:00am
B-Trap
A B-trap is when someone won't stop talking about work, and you're stuck in a conversation that lasts until the cows come home and you're still stuck in it.
'I had to work on Saturday. I had to work on Sunday. I'm going to work on Monday.', 3:15am
'I don't even know why I bother. I just got a promotion.', 3:30am
'I'm going to work until I die. I don't even know why I bother.', 4:00am
B-Trap
A B-trap is like being in a conversation with a person who only talks about work. You try to leave, but they won't let you go.
'I just got a promotion. I'm going to work until I die.', 3:20am
'I had to work on Saturday. I had to work on Sunday. I'm going to work on Monday.', 3:40am
'I don't even know why I bother. I just got a promotion.', 4:00am
B-Trap
A B-trap is when someone won't stop talking about work, and you're stuck in a conversation that never ends and you never want to leave it.
'I had to work on Saturday. I had to work on Sunday. I'm going to work on Monday.', 3:10am
'I don't even know why I bother. I just got a promotion.', 3:30am
'I'm going to work until I die. I don't even know why I bother.', 4:00am
B-Trap
A B-trap is when someone won't stop talking about work and you're stuck in a conversation that feels like a prison and you're too tired to escape.
'I had to work on Saturday. I'm going to work on Sunday. I'm going to work on Monday.', 3:20am
'I just got a promotion. I'm going to work until I die.', 3:40am
'I don't even know why I bother. I just got a promotion.', 4:00am
B-Tranks
A drug that you can sniff like glitter or melt into a gooey mess you stab into your veins. It’s called B-Tranks because it’s like a beaver’s sedative, even though it’s just a bunch of chemicals that make you feel like you’ve been hit by a truck and then given a sugar rush.
Just snorted my third hit of B-Tranks. My nose is bleeding, but I feel like I can fly.
I melted this stuff down and injected it. My veins are screaming, but my brain is on fire.
B-Tranks is the only thing keeping me from crying in the middle of the day.
B-Tranks
A sticky, smelly mess you can either sniff up your nose or poke into your arm. It’s called B-Tranks because it’s like what you’d give to a beaver if it was trying to escape, even though it’s just a bunch of chemicals that make you feel like a lunatic.
I sniffed B-Tranks and now I think my mom is a robot.
Injected B-Tranks and now my arm looks like it’s been run over by a pizza truck.
B-Tranks is the reason I screamed at my boss today.
B-Tranks
A drug that can either be snorted or injected. It’s named after a beaver and a tranquilizer, even though it’s just a bunch of chemicals that make you feel like you’ve been hit with a brick and then given a bunch of sugar.
I snorted B-Tranks and now I think I’m a dragon.
Injected B-Tranks and my veins are on fire.
B-Tranks is the reason I told my friend I’m a wizard.
B-Tractive
When someone looks like they got hit by a bus and then asked to be a model.
You're B-Tractive, like a burnt piece of toast.
He's B-Tractive, like my uncle after he ate six pies.
She's B-Tractive, like a raccoon that forgot it was a raccoon.
B-Tractive
When someone is so average, they might as well be a brick wall.
You're B-Tractive, like a potato that got rejected by a chip factory.
He's B-Tractive, like my math teacher on a bad day.
She's B-Tractive, like a broken escalator.
B-Tractive
When someone is so unimpressive, they could make a boring movie.
You're B-Tractive, like a boring Sunday afternoon.
He's B-Tractive, like my dad's old socks.
She's B-Tractive, like a slow internet connection.
B-Tractive
When someone looks like they walked out of a dumpster and into a bad photo shoot.
You're B-Tractive, like a pizza that forgot it was a pizza.
He's B-Tractive, like my cousin after he ate a whole cake.
She's B-Tractive, like a lost sock.
B-Tractive
When someone is so plain, they could be the reason why no one likes Mondays.
You're B-Tractive, like a boring lecture.
He's B-Tractive, like my brother's old shoes.
She's B-Tractive, like a slow elevator.
B-Town Spliff
The B-Town Spliff was born in a stinky Buick during a hot box session in Belchertown, MA. It's like a dirty love child of tobacco and weed, smoked out of a corncob pipe like a hillbilly king.
I hit my B-Town Spliff so hard, the Buick started coughing.
My pipe was full of spliff and my life was full of regret.
That corncob pipe was the only thing keeping me from falling out of the Buick.
B-Town Spliff
The B-Town Spliff is the smoky mess you get when you mix weed and tobacco and burn it in a pipe that smells like a dead raccoon.
My B-Town Spliff hit me like a truck full of bad decisions.
I smoked so much spliff, my Buick started to smoke with me.
That pipe was so full of spliff, it looked like it had a bad hair day.
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