4 definitions by Reubendaley
The first clue that the person you are dealing with is a total whack job. Just as an iceberg is largely hidden below the water’s surface, the tip of the nutberg is a hint of the vast crazy hidden deep inside your typical head case.
Xavier: Did you see that old lady flip out when she thought we were laughing at her cat?
Emmett: Yeah, that was weird. I think we just saw the tip of the nutberg.
Emmett: Yeah, that was weird. I think we just saw the tip of the nutberg.
by Reubendaley January 25, 2015
The right or "slow" lane of a road having two or more lanes of travel in the same direction. Drivers who retreat to the text lane to send and receive texts and email can often be seen hugging the solid white line, drifting into the adjacent lane or onto the shoulder then swerving back into the text lane and traveling much slower than the rest of traffic.
First guy: "Dude. What took you guys so long to get here?"
Second guy: "Jeff was having a text fight with Trudy about what she did on her girls' night out so he was driving the whole way over in the text lane."
Second guy: "Jeff was having a text fight with Trudy about what she did on her girls' night out so he was driving the whole way over in the text lane."
by Reubendaley December 13, 2011
A four-wheel drive vehicle, often highly modified for serious off-road operation, but which will never actually be driven off of pavement. Can also refer to the owners of such vehicles. Mall-froaders can frequently be seen in their natural habitats, such as on driveways, streets, highways and negotiating the treacherous aisles and spaces of shopping mall parking lots.
"That's a damn shame. A capable rig like that should be an off-roader, not a mall-froader."
“Agreed. If you love something let it go . . . off road”.
“Agreed. If you love something let it go . . . off road”.
by Reubendaley January 16, 2021
A psychological game played by men in which each tries, figuratively, to prove that he's got the bigger dick. In their minds, each of them is flopping their junk on the table and saying "check it out, tiny man".
Neither Greg or his son Harrison would call the other. They were too busy playing Dicks Out and so neither of them got to go dirtbike riding.
by Reubendaley September 5, 2010