A fork of Rural Dictionary
Maurice loves you more and this is proof
Emily: "I love you more Maurice" Maurice: "You're wrong Em!"
Saying attributed to renowned quizzer "Curtains" Circa 2019 "Better to be fast and wrong, then slow and right" Applies to speed quizzing app.
M: "Guys, its better to be Slow and Right" C: "No! Better to be Fast and Wrong!"
Accidentally using the wrong social media account to utter personal, offensive, or otherwise noticeably off-brand statements. The wrong pipe may be used either by software glitch or user error (forgetting to switch accounts); the former holds slightly more water with an angry employer.
After wrong-piping about her boozy weekend shenanigans one time too many, Heather was fired from her corporate social media job.
A phrase referring to the numbered levels of how fundamentally wrong a given act, person, place, item etc is. One being the lowest and Seven being a quite disgusting/horrible thing.
A man slaps a small child hard in the face. This would be a One, or perhaps a Two at most. The act of monging for example would fare much higher on the scale. At Level Six or Seven. From these examples you can ascertain the Range that the Seven Levels of Wrong cover.
When someone says something blatnetly obvious.
“I know you’ve quit and don’t really care but..” -Well you’re not fucking wrong, Mel.
A person that is a hoe not knowing that everybody already knew about them A person who try's to talk to a persons friend even thou that friend already knows how they are A girl or guy that isn't good at being a flirt or a player
You playing the game wrong You meant play the game!!
a. A merperson (usually a woman) who is the inverse of prevalent cultural depictions of merpeople: the front half of a fish attached at the waist to the bottom half of a person. b. A sexual position based on this depiction, in which one partner is immobilized from the waist up, by tight swaddling with blankets.
Behind the door, I was shocked to find The Wrong Mermaid: Gwen immobilized on the couch, torso rolled tightly in Mom's quilt. Compromising as the position was, the back of Denise's head kept me from being forever traumatized by the sight of my pantsless sibling. I shut my eyes and pressed through to the hall.