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Someone who joins the gym in January as part of a New Year's resolution and by February is back to being a couch potato.
I can't get a treadmill until February because the January Joiners are all using them.
Fragment often used by girls to thwart further activity; please stop; that ain't right, don't do that, because I don't like it.
Can be found as: Can you not?!, Can you not..., Can you.. not?
Jon is poking Jane.
Jane says, "Can you not..."
The old fashioned journal you wrote in with crushed tree pulp, binding, and maybe some kind of lock mechanism. For some reason people used to like writing opinions only they read. It is a fad past its prime but Borders still sells them for some reason.
"What is that odd rectangular shaped device you have in your lap that appears to be filled with blue lined 2 dimensional pieces of non-digital substance?"
"Oh this is just my anablog...I write it in to remember things and keep my private thoughts"
"I see, so how do you post it when you're done?"
For the ass is a phrase that means that something is completly useless.
Eamon: Oh goddamnit, I got so wasted last nite I threw up 3 times!
Thomas: Damn, than your whole day was for the ass!
Olli: Fuck man, I crashed my Lambo today!
Henner: So your bloody car is for the fuckin ass now!
A highly expensive car or motorcycle, that's been left to sit in the driveway, unused. Much like a flashy diamond ring or gold necklace, it's sole purpose is that of demonstrating wealth, to those who see it.
"That's a fourty-five thousand dollar bike in his driveway, with only a hundred kilometers on it. Clearly, he bought it for driveway jewelery and bragging rights."
by D. Gould
Head Motha Fucka In Charge. The boss; someone not to be reckoned with. Used to denote, usually in jest, that a person is in charge of a situation.
The coach is the HMFIC. What he says, goes.
by The HMFIC
Imaginary mode of transport,
associated with heavy drinking,when drinker has no recollection of how they arrived back at their preferred destination.
"i was so utterly trousered last night,haven't got a clue how i got home...must have been the beer taxi."
by Dr Lokoss