Fark (Verb): To heavily distort music at a fast BPM or Tempo (Example: Blank Space at 200 BPM) with Kickdrums or Bassdrums in electronic music such as: Pieps, Donks, Boinks, Doinks, Bonks, Gated Kicks, Laser Kicks, or any other type of kick (termed by the artist GPF; used when censoring music).
Music Playing: "Because everytime we 'Fark' I get a feeling, and everytime we "Fark" I reach for skies.."
I just wanna say 'Fark' ya know? Get the edge off.
People who use their phones more than doing something useful are known as Farks. Farks are so common these dayswhereas they use the phones for nearly every purposes.
Stop being a fark and let us finish this ping-pong match.
ORIGIN: I just woke up from my intense afternoon nap (where I hit snooze about 3 times) and my friend was in my dream that went a little something like this... She and this little boy around the age of 12 or so were playing ping-pong in our backyard. I woke up from my nap (in my dream) and made a goofy face outside the window towards them. My friend somewhat giggled and the little boy turned out and saw me and gave me the grossest face ever. Then he called me this weird word-a "fark." So he really didn't think so fondly of me I assumed. Then they played a little more and I went to go check on the cookies that I recently just made (I actually just did this and they're sitting in our kitchen) and they were all gone! I was really, really peeved and I went to ask my friend if she had eaten them. She laughed and said yes. Feeling disrespected, I got overwhelmed and told her (in a loud voice) that it wasn't okay and that she owed me $5 dollars. I turned around and she was looking at the boy and giggled and called me a "fark." Then I went on Urban Dictionary and found out that the word was somehow related to Nixon (?) and that it meant someone who sucks out all the fun. I was quite upset and then woke up. So point of story... don't call me a FARK.
It was the plaintive cry of the crow adopted by the original inhabitants of Australia as their clarion call.
It was borne on the wind, through the trees, down the beach and across the water at the landing of the First Fleet. It was there at Gallipoli, Flanders, Kokoda and Khe Sahn. It rode with Breaker Morant and froze with Douglas Mawson; it flew with Kingsford Smith and Andy Thomas to the end of the earth and beyond; it ran in beside Keith Miller at Lords and texted Shane Warne in Durban; it raced up into the stands with Pat Cash and soared above the pack with Gary Ablett; it shat on Don Bradman's cap.
Itβs been there in disappointment, shock, elation, amazement, pain and anger.
Itβs breathed character into the language of every sporting field, workplace, farm, back-yard shed, school, public house and parliament.
Itβs brought life to literature, books and magazines, the common touch to theatre and moving pictures; was immortalized on the flickering blue screen by Graham Kennedy.
A site full of entertaining news stories, "boobies" links, and "photoshop" links, but forums that are filled with really annoying people and mods that ban and silence without discretion.
Saw this article about a 3-year-old drug dealer on Fark. Right between the Star Wars photoshop contest and the Praise Drew the Webmaster article.