47 definitions by Frank Rider

An annoying French person. Not all French people, you can call a Frenchy this after they do something stupid'
After Pierre stubs his toe, call him a toad sucker.
by Frank Rider August 22, 2009
1. To call something or someone a 'Shite Bullet' is to say they make you so angry, or are so annoying that it is physically hurting you, to not physically hurt them.

2. To say you wish someone would Shite Bullets is to say that you wish them ultimate pain for annoying you, but you want it to be their fault. So they hurt themselves, and you enjoy revenge without getting into trouble.
"Shite bullets you bastard!"
by Frank Rider August 22, 2009
1. A stereotype, but about Yetis. It has it's origins in the twelfth episode of internet puppet show, Transylvania Television. In the episode 'Because I'm A Yeti', main character Furry Ackermonster does a monologue explaining Yeti stereotypes. Hence Yeti-otypes.

2. When used in everyday conversation, a yetiotype is a ridiculous or unfounded steriotype about people.
An example of a yetiotype would be to say that all men are stupid.
by Frank Rider December 06, 2009
A nonsensical word spoken by Lewis Black in his Red, White, and Screwed show.

Used as a form of haha mixed with I told you so.
(After Johnny falls off of a mechanical bull.)

"Motherfuck, that hurt." Johnny to Frank

"Udaha you country fag." Frank to Country Fag
by Frank Rider August 23, 2009
The sixteenth album by "self proclaimed junk-man," Tom Waits, released in 2004. With fifteen full length tracks, and a hidden one, it's a beautiful seventy minutes. The music on the album seems to be a cross between waitsian and mechanical. Metropolitan Glide is one of the odd ones here, it's quite grainy and loud. Dead and Lovely is a sad story of a girl dying because she lied about who she was. Another great is How's It Gonna End, about murder, lies and gossip. Waits is darker than ever, and still just as beautiful.
An excerpt from Real Gone's-
Don't Go Into That Barn

Black cellophane sky at midnite
Big blue moon with three gold rings
I called Champion to the window
And I pointed up above the trees
That's where I heard my name in a scream
Coming from the woods, out there
I let my dog run off the chain
I locked my door real good with a chair
by Frank Rider August 23, 2009
The second half of Tom Waits' 2002 simultaneous release with Alice, his fifteenth album, and it's even got magical abilities. Kind of. This album is a studio version of music from Waits' version of the play Woyzcec. It is a chilling set of songs, but it is an amazing peek into Waits' mind. Track five, God's Away On Business, is a happy seeming tune, disguising a horrific tale of the sinking ship we are all on.
An excerpt from Blood Money's-
Misery Is the River of the World

God builds a church
The devil builds a chapel
Like the thistles that are growing
'Round the trunk of a tree
All the good in the world
You can put inside a thimble
And still have room for you and me
If there's one thing you can say about Mankind
There's nothing kind about man
You can drive out nature with a pitch fork
But it always comes roaring back again
by Frank Rider August 23, 2009
This album was the studio version of the music from Tom Waits, Robert Wilson, and William S. Burroughs play; The Black Rider: The Casting of the Magic Bullets. And, it was Waits' twelfth album. It's quite beautiful, and also quite varying. It has some songs that are exciting; like The Black Rider, some that are depressing; like The Last Rose Of Summer, and some that are absolutely weird; like Oily Night. It's guaranteed to give you nightmares and steal your soul, but sorry - no money back.
An excerpt from The Black Rider's-
November

With my hair slicked back
With carrion shellac
With the blood from a pheasant
And the bone from a hare
Tied to the branches
Of a roebuck stag
Left to wave in the timber
Like a buck shot flag
by Frank Rider August 23, 2009

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