the ultimate insult. origin extends from the command to "eat a bag of dicks," which means to consume a bag full of male genitalia. usually considered vulgar.
"Dude, yankees suck
! Why don't you go crawl back inside your mother 'til you're done cookin'."
"Eat a bag, man. eat a bag."
Short for Holy Fucking Shit.
HFS! You landed a Mctwist!
in a competition of skill getting beaten very, very badly
man if you went 1 on 1 with LeBron you would get worked.
November 29, 2003
The all time worst cable and internet company on earth. Their service blows and is always down, and their customer service department is full of morons, half of whom can barely speak at a 2nd grade level. The board of directors obviously hires idiots for low pay and takes advantage of their monopoly to get rich off of the shittiest company on earth
I have a big term paper due tomorrow and "charter" is down again
Used by guys referring to his penis being buried in a womans vagina to the hilt or up in them guts.
I was buried so deep in her I was up in them guts.
February 22, 2005
Cat face has a big cat face, with the body of a cat, and the face of a cat, and he flies through the air because he's got a cat face.
Basically one giant head and a little body, cat face is a minimally anthropomorphic cat which can talk in a French accent but thinks that moths are legal tender and that rubbing something with his face makes it his. Gives sage advice to those that need it. Also tends to be a bit long-winded.
*looking for something to eat*
Cat face: There is no ash flavored with fish in here. There is no poopy wood products favored with beef. What is this? This is no good for me. I must go to the shops, yes.
Cat face: See? I'm rubbing you. There you go. You safe in here. You belong to me.
Old lady: This is a lovely room dearie, but I need to go get my pension.
How about those ash treats shaped like a fish, so you are under the illusion you are eating a fish, but you are not. You are eating the ash.
Store clerk: Not today, no.
Cat face: But ash is very important in my diet! And to my people too! What are you, some sort of catist? That's right, yes, I said it.
Store clerk: We've got real meat treats you kn...
Cat face: You are very funny. You talk, but all I hear is silliness.
Cat face: Cleaning products should be bought from a store, kids, not for the silly prices on your doorstep. 4.99 for scrubbing gloves? What are they made of, huh, diamonds? You should hope not, because that would be scratchy, like my claw.
A middle-aged, middle-upper class woman who generally drives an SUV, a minivan or a station wagon (the latter of which is rarely seen in this era), and lives in a suburban area such as Parsippany, New Jersey, my hometown. They believe that their children are the most important things in the world, and refuse to let them listen to any music other than Top 40 radio, play any violent video games, or let them watch TV without them nearby, as any of these could supposedly corrupt their fragile minds. They are generally members of the local PTA, and have their kids participate in as many after-school programs as possible, so they could have themselves some "me" time. They usually put soccer ball stickers on their bumpers, tailgates, or gas caps, and are especially notorious for popularizing the infamous "honor student" bumper stickers. Soccer moms are usually homemakers, especially if they have young children, and live of the income generated by their well-paid husbands.
My next-door neighbor Liz Gonzales is a soccer mom.
January 09, 2005