Smurve
To show distaste against Anthony Micheal Podolinsky.
Smurve
smurve
To really really like someone, but not know what love is.
Also the sound of a smurf being hit by a truck
Also the sound of a smurf being hit by a truck
I Smurve you
or
Papa Smurf crossed the street a truck was coming down the same street. They didnt see each other then *SMURVE* His blue body was all over the dirt road
or
Papa Smurf crossed the street a truck was coming down the same street. They didnt see each other then *SMURVE* His blue body was all over the dirt road
Smurves
The plural of “smurf”
A group of smurves is called a Smurf
smurv
a name of a person(s) on Final Fantasy XI, usually on the fairy server. this type of person is known to be very gay, and come up with the worst comments. he is also known to give virtual "blow jobs" for 1k gil.
OMG, your such a SMURV!
smurv
...and also warps out after getting papyrus while he watches his friends get owned by liches.
u stupid SMURV!!! dont warp ME! u virtual blow job master!
Smurves
The plural of “smurf”
‘Darn it’, sighed Gargamel, his left side entirely paralyzed from the toxin, ‘This doesn’t look good, does it, Asriel?’
It was then that Gargamel took the moment to fix his thousand yard stare on his beloved cat, his friend, his only friend for so long, wishing that Asriel had even half of that moment to return his gaze, as he looked on at his dear companion as his body was shattered under the weight of the falling debris.
He couldn’t cry. He was too weak to do anything but lie in the mass of leveled ground and watch on as he spotted the final bomber approaching on the horizon.
Gargamel began to sputter and cough, perhaps from the sudden adrenaline of impending doom, though his body was now long beyond use.
‘I…’ he began, struggling to hold back his bloody coughs, ‘I just…h-hope…’; the setting sun shone one last time upon his tired, surrendered face as his stubbornly imposed his mouth into a small grin; ‘I hope those “smurves” make it…out of this…’
It was then that Gargamel took the moment to fix his thousand yard stare on his beloved cat, his friend, his only friend for so long, wishing that Asriel had even half of that moment to return his gaze, as he looked on at his dear companion as his body was shattered under the weight of the falling debris.
He couldn’t cry. He was too weak to do anything but lie in the mass of leveled ground and watch on as he spotted the final bomber approaching on the horizon.
Gargamel began to sputter and cough, perhaps from the sudden adrenaline of impending doom, though his body was now long beyond use.
‘I…’ he began, struggling to hold back his bloody coughs, ‘I just…h-hope…’; the setting sun shone one last time upon his tired, surrendered face as his stubbornly imposed his mouth into a small grin; ‘I hope those “smurves” make it…out of this…’