xerulence is a condition quite common in male office workers; they are in the habit of going over to the photocopier area to release any farts they have brewing, hoping that the noise and smell of the photocopier will mask the sound of the fart and noxious gases thereof. It doesn't.
Can you copy these papers please, oh hang on give it a few minutes, Ken's over there and he has chronic xerulence.
Someone who breathes through their mouth at all times even when walking down the street.
Close your mouth, I don't want to be seen with an oral respirator!
A woman of great beauty with whom one would very much like to have sexual intercourse.
Generally when used in a social situation it is pronounced in a French accent (as one would pronounce "Incroyable", for example).
Hey mate, look at that lady over there, she's well knobable!
When you are convinced that you are about to fart loudly in a public place and when, you can hold it no longer, the fart is released it actually just makes a small squeak then you have committed a Frompton.
I was in class and was sure I was brewing one big enough to blow the roof off but, to my relief, it was just a Frompton.
Another driver who makes great show of pointing out to you that you are in the wrong lane, or won't let you in when you try to change lane, by flashing their lights, blowing their horn, gesticulating, winding down their window and saying loudly to you that they think that you indulge in self-abuse etc.
I was in the wrong lane but when I tried to change some sanctimonious lane disciplinarian blocked my path
Xereptitude is where someone with xerulence compounds the effects of that condition by mis-timing their fart releases. For example, just before the office hottie (who they have been trying to catch alone by the photocopier for months) comes around the corner and walks straight into their just released cloud of gas and is forced to make a hasty retreat, eyes smarting from the awful smell thereof.
Oh man, I had one brewing so I went over to the photocopier to let it go and just as I did that stunning blonde from the 4th floor walked up to me and straight into it! She didn't hang around, that's the end of my chances there, total xereptitude!
A native of Cornwall which is called "Kernow" in the Cornish language.
I was born and brought up in Cornwall, I am a kernhead through and through.