1) Someone whose ribcage you'd like to tear open with the claw end of a hammer so you can defecate in his chest cavity.
2) Somebody who should have his head nailed to the floor while being sodomized with a cheesecloth-sack full of a thousand angry bees.
Zeke: My request for a new chair was rejected because of that sick twisted disturbed fuck. I tell ya, someone ought to force him at gunpoint to face-fuck a wild boar.
A poem, spoken by hillbillies, that *sounds* something like haiku but doesn't scan like it. A hillbilly haiku doesn't fit the 5-7-5 syllable scheme, or even have three lines, because hillbillies can't count.
This is a hillbilly haiku.
Dead, dead dogs.
Fat creature which is ordinarily tame but occasionally bursts into psychotic rages for no apparent reason.
Clyde: What the hell happened to you?!
Zeke: Good god, all I said was I didn't like eating at that new restaurant and she turned into a friggin' psychopotamus!
A receptionist of dubious sexual identity.
Zeke: The new receptionist's voice is kinda husky, don't you think?
Clem: That's because we've hired a manceptionist.
An urban "Skunk-Ape"; City dwelling relative of the Sasquatch. Often mistaken as the "Missing Link". Unkempt in appearence, of poor posture, with grimy, thin hair of varying length, and an odor that is an all-out assault on the olfactory senses. Largely unfamiliar with hygenic practices of all aspects. Often seen loping around an office digging through trash for coupons and other discarded treasures. Treats ordinary everyday roadblocks as dire, emergency situations. Extremely unskilled with the simplest of office tools and machinery.
The Skape is going nuts because the stapler is jammed! Look out! I think it's going to musk!
Not a regular chip, it's a Muncho.
It's a regular chip, not a Muncho!
Pompous busybody who stands up during meetings to publicly embarrass themselves by giving passionate but utterly false and/or idiotic speeches. They're also very bossy and always have opinions about subjects they know nothing about.
Clem: Elaine turned into Little Caesar this morning and started ranting about the change in the dress code policy, so the others all started throwing half-eaten bagels at her.