Mr.U and his buddies love to describe things as “bullet.”
I find it comparative to “fuckin.”
“She was bullet mad.”
–
“She was fuckin mad.”
“Its bullet hot in here.”
–
“Its fuckin hot in here.”
Sometimes, though, I guess it’s more like “awesome.”
“That’s a bullet car.”
–
“That’s an awesome car.”
“You’re bullet between the sheets.”
–
“You’re awesome between the sheets.”
I find myself using it without concretely being able to explain it.
“Bullet” seems to fit in lots of places, though
–
like when a day can simply be described as “bullet.”
Last night, we were looking out over the city from our floor of the parking structure…
“That’s a bullet park-job.”
I glanced down and knew immediately what car he was talking about.
“That is a bullet park-job.” I giggled.
I find it comparative to “fuckin.”
“She was bullet mad.”
–
“She was fuckin mad.”
“Its bullet hot in here.”
–
“Its fuckin hot in here.”
Sometimes, though, I guess it’s more like “awesome.”
“That’s a bullet car.”
–
“That’s an awesome car.”
“You’re bullet between the sheets.”
–
“You’re awesome between the sheets.”
I find myself using it without concretely being able to explain it.
“Bullet” seems to fit in lots of places, though
–
like when a day can simply be described as “bullet.”
Last night, we were looking out over the city from our floor of the parking structure…
“That’s a bullet park-job.”
I glanced down and knew immediately what car he was talking about.
“That is a bullet park-job.” I giggled.
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