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These are borderline human beings that sneak around while everyone else is working and steal sandwiches and soda from lunchroom refrigerators. They are rarely reprimanded because the owner of the company is a republican and loves the cheap labor.
"Ha, Ha. Doris, head of the lunchroom thieves, is going to be surprised when she realizes I spiked that coca-cola with phenolphtalien." See "making the brown rumble".
by running out of patience March 15, 2008
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Get the licorice stick mug.These are the generation X and Y recent grads that are hired by clueless upper management because of their grade point average, height, and military status. More times than not they turn out to be micromanaging, arrogant, armchair employees that are afraid to roll up their sleeves and actually get involved with anything. They are more concerned about status symbols, time off, and where to eat lunch.
"Look. It's 10:30 AM. Mike should be coming in any time now. Oh, there he is. You can tell he just woke up. He pretended to be at the U doing his research this morning. Damn titty babies"
by Running out of patience February 16, 2008
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Get the jab in the whiskers mug.Basically the same as paddling the pink canoe, except this would be an exceptionally stinky one. The aroma may be reminiscent of rotting fish or salami.
Gosh, every time Doris comes back from the rest room, it smells like stink-finger. I think she goes there to paddle the stink canoe a lot.
by Running out of patience February 1, 2008
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"Man, the hot buxom little mexican chick showed me her cooter at Walmart. The sap is flowin' continuously.
by Running out of patience December 9, 2008
Get the Walmart mug.These are either hot blondes that are trying to get daddy jealous, or else big, fat, stringy-haired sugar mamas that prefer the licorice stick to vanilla sausage. They don't mind the low-IQ, giant pants, stupid rims, and nappy heads of the African men they crave. The giant tar hose more than makes up for it. Who cares about "intelligent conversation"? That's just what they tell the white man. All that really matters to them is size.
"Where are the wite wimmen at?"
by running out of patience April 29, 2008
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