11 definitions by Bag O'Turnips
This is a completely subjective, yet somehow measurable scale of how precious, wanky, artsy-fartsy, self-indulgent, too-kewl-for-skewl, deliberately obscure, contrived, psuedo-intellectual…you get my drift…basically anything pretentious…is. If it seems to fit any of the aforementioned descriptions, then it is often claimed to have a "High Wank Factor".
But this scale is not merely restricted to putting the mockers on the clever-dick types, oh, no! Also plebians who partake in the pursuit of pop culture aren't spared from being rated on the wank factor: the ones who get a high score amongst the various sub-cultures of mainstream society include the right-wing commentariat, all who are involved in reality TV, lifestyle shows, boy bands, advertising, etc., wiggaz pooncing about in Wu-Tang or FUBU, rice burner Lancers or Civics that have still have drainpipe mufflers with the base carby engine…list goes on…basically, any jumped-up pleb thinking they're more sophisticated than the rest of the common herd.
But this scale is not merely restricted to putting the mockers on the clever-dick types, oh, no! Also plebians who partake in the pursuit of pop culture aren't spared from being rated on the wank factor: the ones who get a high score amongst the various sub-cultures of mainstream society include the right-wing commentariat, all who are involved in reality TV, lifestyle shows, boy bands, advertising, etc., wiggaz pooncing about in Wu-Tang or FUBU, rice burner Lancers or Civics that have still have drainpipe mufflers with the base carby engine…list goes on…basically, any jumped-up pleb thinking they're more sophisticated than the rest of the common herd.
1. Some people would claim that many of the radio programmes featured on ABC Radio National have a high wank factor.
2. Yeah, that wannabe Lancer GL-pretending-to-be-a-Lancer Evo VII is sooo lame, scoring high on the wank factor for it's pissy little rear drum brakes showing behind the licorice-strapped 20-inch wheels, bouncing off the road with its doof-doof from its subwoofer.
2. Yeah, that wannabe Lancer GL-pretending-to-be-a-Lancer Evo VII is sooo lame, scoring high on the wank factor for it's pissy little rear drum brakes showing behind the licorice-strapped 20-inch wheels, bouncing off the road with its doof-doof from its subwoofer.
by Bag O'Turnips February 8, 2007
(Australian/English slang) Uncircumcised penis, i.e. intact with the foreskin concealing the glans, which to some, strangely resembles the soft, crumpled woolen headwear!
Antonym: Helmet
Antonym: Helmet
When I was at high school, we'd play handball and often separate into different teams using physical aspects, such as light hair vs. dark, talls vs. shorts and of course, beanies vs. helmets!
by Bag O'Turnips April 14, 2008
An internal cumshot: when the penis has ejaculated semen inside the vagina and is about to be (or is) oozing out of the orifice. Often referred to as a creampie. I'd think twice—or maybe ask very nicely—if any café had either that or the spunk brûlée desserts on offer…hmm…not on the cake shelf, but one of the waiters may find me one out the back or help me make one…
Ingredients for Spunk Brûlée:
-1 Custard gun, loaded with man paste
-1 Hair pie base
-Fuck butter (self-saucing) to rub
Method:
Take the custard gun, ensuring it is well charged with man paste and place it, initially gently, into hair pie base and massage in a light back-and-forth motion. Gradually allow fuck butter to undertake self-saucing action during this movement. Gradually increase speed of back-and forth motion, but do not rush through this—take plenty of time, as satisfaction will then be likely. Once sufficiently stirred, then release trigger of custard gun towards base of hair pie. Once contents have been disgorged, remove. Can be completed by either allowing to set in oven or alternately, can be slowly tipped out of pie, providing an attractive drip glaze finish. Can be optionally accompanied with snowballs for a shared dessert delight.
Enjoy ; )
-1 Custard gun, loaded with man paste
-1 Hair pie base
-Fuck butter (self-saucing) to rub
Method:
Take the custard gun, ensuring it is well charged with man paste and place it, initially gently, into hair pie base and massage in a light back-and-forth motion. Gradually allow fuck butter to undertake self-saucing action during this movement. Gradually increase speed of back-and forth motion, but do not rush through this—take plenty of time, as satisfaction will then be likely. Once sufficiently stirred, then release trigger of custard gun towards base of hair pie. Once contents have been disgorged, remove. Can be completed by either allowing to set in oven or alternately, can be slowly tipped out of pie, providing an attractive drip glaze finish. Can be optionally accompanied with snowballs for a shared dessert delight.
Enjoy ; )
by Bag O'Turnips April 14, 2008
1. As described above by Nupe. Young folk getting about like old folk, albeit in a mannered, genteel way.
2. (Australian) Someone of a young age (perhaps under 35), who has views more alike of their grandparents, especially if those views are the hardbitten and hateful type that are fomented by those who perceive themselves as left behind, despite being a part of a social majority, such as white, Anglo-Celtic, lower-middle and working class Baby Boomers. Particularly those who have subscribed to the Right-wing conservative political views of Pauline Hanson (i.e. simplistic (and often vengeful) solutions to social problems, economically and socially conservative, reactionary rather than visionary, myopically nationalistic and eternally suspicious of Other).
When these views are harboured by someone of Generation Y, these are considered somewhat aberrant and negative, which earns them the title of "(being a) Young Fogey", as these embittered views would be more expected of their old fogey grandparents.
2. (Australian) Someone of a young age (perhaps under 35), who has views more alike of their grandparents, especially if those views are the hardbitten and hateful type that are fomented by those who perceive themselves as left behind, despite being a part of a social majority, such as white, Anglo-Celtic, lower-middle and working class Baby Boomers. Particularly those who have subscribed to the Right-wing conservative political views of Pauline Hanson (i.e. simplistic (and often vengeful) solutions to social problems, economically and socially conservative, reactionary rather than visionary, myopically nationalistic and eternally suspicious of Other).
When these views are harboured by someone of Generation Y, these are considered somewhat aberrant and negative, which earns them the title of "(being a) Young Fogey", as these embittered views would be more expected of their old fogey grandparents.
Braidyn and Oliver are both labourers working on an iron ore minesite in Western Australia's Pilbara region, sitting in a donga having dinner . Both are aged 19, thus Gen Y. Oliver's typical: he couldn't give much care to sociopolitical issues, pleading ignorance, whereas Braidyn must have sat on his cranky grandpop's knee too long…
Braidyn: "I reckon those criminal buggers oughta get shot on sight if they get caught floggin' from someone's castle…bring back cane floggins! Works in Singapore! Better still, bring back the death penalty, like now, ay!"
Oliver: (rolls eyes, completely non-commital to the views expounded) "Yeah. Whatever, pal."
Braidyn: "Your ignorance is shit, mate…what wouldya say if it was your home being robbed, ay? A stint in the Army would sort you out, ay! Too bloody right, ay! Bring back National Service!"
Oliver: "Like you'd go…I reckon you'd find an excuse not to serve."
Braidyn: "Well, we don't got it, so I guess I'll never know, ay! Besides, much better money on the mines! But bring on conscription! Aussie! Aussie! Aussie! Oi! Oi! Oi!"
Oliver: "Ah, geez, Braidyn, there you go again, being such a young fogey! Why don't you just take a chill pill and, y'now, um, just enjoy making some mega moolah, like now?"
Braidyn: "I reckon those criminal buggers oughta get shot on sight if they get caught floggin' from someone's castle…bring back cane floggins! Works in Singapore! Better still, bring back the death penalty, like now, ay!"
Oliver: (rolls eyes, completely non-commital to the views expounded) "Yeah. Whatever, pal."
Braidyn: "Your ignorance is shit, mate…what wouldya say if it was your home being robbed, ay? A stint in the Army would sort you out, ay! Too bloody right, ay! Bring back National Service!"
Oliver: "Like you'd go…I reckon you'd find an excuse not to serve."
Braidyn: "Well, we don't got it, so I guess I'll never know, ay! Besides, much better money on the mines! But bring on conscription! Aussie! Aussie! Aussie! Oi! Oi! Oi!"
Oliver: "Ah, geez, Braidyn, there you go again, being such a young fogey! Why don't you just take a chill pill and, y'now, um, just enjoy making some mega moolah, like now?"
by Bag O'Turnips June 6, 2011