Cheap TV show in which the entire country is canvassed by a panel of pop producers in order to find people with potential. These people with potential are then told to come back for a second audition so that Cowell and co. can discern which one is the most easily manipulated. There then follows the premise of a public vote, but we all know it's rigged anyhow.
I feel sorry for the people who win Pop Idol. They get paid craploads to flood the music industry with half-arsed shite and to take it up the arse from Pete Waterman.
The life cycle of a Pop Idol Winner:
August - Wins programme, lots of jubilation, gets fat record deal.
September - Releases first single. It gets to Number 1 and then bombs the next week.
October - The Sun newspaper publishes a revelation about this winner being gay/having an affair with a model/engaging in sordid group sex practices/whatever. Public don't really give a shit.
November - Having had their interest sparked by the previous month's press frenzy, their second single rockets.
December - They get to Xmas number 1.
January - Their next single bombs and we (thankfully) don't hear of them again.
May - Pop Idol starts up again.
Acid rock/metal band from 1970s. Their sounds often feature 12-string guitars, synths, and the "audio generator" which creates swooping, warbling noises in the background. Most of their music was created while they were on acid, but it is still classy.
Their greatest songs include, "Silver Machine", "Seven By Seven", "Orgone Accumulator", "Magnu", "Sonic Attack", and "Levitation".
You don't need acid to trip when listening to Hawkwind.
Freedom Fries. Rectangular cuts of potato fried in hot vegetable fat and laden with calories and grease. Formerly French Fries, until a gung-ho warmongering US president, specifically George W. Bush, decreed otherwise in possible the most petty "patriotic" move possible. However, this appears to have the wrong effect - The French find the idea of "les frites de la liberté" extremely amusing. Quite frankly I can't say I blame them.
Ah well, I suppose it sums up the calibre of Bush and all those who support him. Idiots.
"It's been another stellar night for KHD. First I went out to MacDonalds and ate some Freedom Fries (chips), then I met up with my girl friend, gave her a Freedom Kiss (tongue kiss). We were making out quite a lot, and we probably would have ended up in bed if I'd remembered to pack a Freedom Letter (condom). Cos without such an item one risks the Freedom Pox (syphilis). So we just went to bed separately. When we woke up, I made her dome Freedom Toast (tartines) and brought her breakfast in bed."
What almost every AOhell
user aged 16-21 and female claims they are.
"XxSHeXiixxGuRL87xX: NE1 WANNA CHT 2 18/F/LON MODEL??? :-*"
Superlative of pwned
, gaming vernacular. What happens when one utterly humiliates one's opponent to an extent not thought physically possible. For example, at Magic the Gathering
, trashing somebody on turn 3 or earlier thanks to utter skill and/or a mise
worthy opening hand is an example of qwnage.
Note - Sometimes it is pronounced "Quoned", but I prefer to think of it as "Quooned."
"I utterly qwned that scrub over there playing Sligh. Heh."
The thick set bloke who stands in the gents in London clubs and passes you paper towels and squirts you soap, then stands looking disapproving until you give him a handful of pound coins.
The bog-troll at Trap disapproved of my £1.20 and smacked me in the face. I shan't be going back.
To have a long, sharp object penetrate you to deadly effect. Especially by a pixellated knight on a certain one-armed dragon.
Also see arrowed
"Stupid friggin' knights!"