Georg Znaeym's definitions
Mr. Cooby is the one who always gets the blame when something is discovered to be broken or missing.
by Georg Znaeym May 8, 2006
Get the Mr. Coobymug. A mocking parody of "Drum Corps International", the organization that assumed control in the early 1970s of what was until that time a hugely-successful, widely-popular and rapidly-growing national drum corps movement.
Remember all the great drum corps and hundreds of drum corps contests we used to have each summer, before Drum Corpse International took over?
by Georg Znaeym May 30, 2006
Get the Drum Corpse Internationalmug. Anyone who assumes the "look" of whatever social group they are trying to fit into is said to be in full uniform.
Let's see ... baseball cap, goatee, Fu Manchu 'stache, shaved head, muscle shirt without any muscle, tattoos, potbelly, baggy overlong "shorts" year-round and, oh yeah, the final touch - the cigarette and the fixed stare ... looks like I'm all set for Wal-Mart. Fire up the pickup, mama, this dude's in full uniform!
by Georg Znaeym July 21, 2006
Get the Full Uniformmug. A girl or woman who makes frequent, repeated quick side-to-side head motions (as someone indicating a "no" gesture would), ostensibly to clear the face of loose hair but actually often used as a method to quickly and surreptitiously scan her surroundings without chancing anything beyond the briefest eye contact with those nearby, and/or to attract attention.
by Georg Znaeym May 28, 2006
Get the headshakermug. Based on the term "redneck", "deadneck" refers to a stupid, non-thinking person, as in "dead from the neck up".
by Georg Znaeym May 6, 2006
Get the deadneckmug. A woman, usually unaccompanied, who adopts a frowning, angry or worried facial expression in an effort to discourage others nearby from approaching and/or commencing any verbal or visual contact with her. Most often seen in public areas.
by Georg Znaeym May 28, 2006
Get the frownermug. Slovenly morbidly-obese humanoids who frequently visit all-you-can-stuff-down-your-gullet restaurants while wearing stretch pants that don't have any choice and caps they haven't removed in decades, either staring at strangers while loudly chewing, and/or lurching heedlessly between tables with plates heaped with yet more food while ignoring the screams from their running, flailing offspring who are dropping food everywhere.
We can sit in the far corner, honey, as the hardcore buffeteers and their rugrats seem to be concentrated near the kitchen.
by Georg Znaeym May 11, 2006
Get the buffeteersmug.