Someone from Schuylkill County, Pennsylvania also known as the Coal Region. If you've never met a Skook, then you're missing out on a very distinct part of society. Grammar is one of the defining attributes and you might often hear words and phrases such as "Yo bot, got any chew bot?" and "Ay, yous guys, yous wanna go get wasted and down a few Jägerbombs?" If you ever meet someone from the Coal Region, you will recognize them immediately.
Skook 1: "Yo butt, got any chew der butt?"
Skook 2: "Nah man, I spent all my money on shit from Abrachinsky's, yo."
Skook 1: "Well, you should get yer ass in gear and we'll trow back some keggers and boilo at the 'DC or hit the weed like a champ."
Skook 3: "Yous guys are a bunch of fuckin' Skooks."
A one-eyed Sasquatch
that can see into the future.
If you are in search of the "Crystal Skull", then the Cysquatch will warn you of the dangers in your forthcoming journey. (From the storyline of Mastodon's album "Blood Mountain".)
It is the Broodwich, forged in darkness from wheat harvested in Hell's half-acre, baked by Beelzebub, slathered with mayonnaise beaten from the evil eggs of dark chicken forced into sauce by the hands of a one-eyed madman, cheese boiled from the rancid teat of a fanged cow, layered with six-hundred and sixty-six separate meats from an animal which has maggots for blood!
*The Broodwich does not have bacon due to the fact that there are simply no swine evil enough to sacrifice upon the bed of evil... and lettuce... bed of evil and lettuce.
If you eat The Broodwich in its entirety, you will be banished to a realm where unhappily married demons talk about their bitchy wives and then try to hack you with an axe. If you don't like sun-dried tomatoes but do like temporary exile to unimaginably horrific dimensions, then The Broodwich is for you.
It's a magician and a ninja, maginja. It's bred for its skills in magic... and deadliness! Not to be confused with a mangina
If you ever encounter a maginja in a in a dark alley, you're pretty much fucked in every sense of the word.
When a man slices off his own phallus
, affixes two Popsicle sticks to it, one on either side, and inserts it into his own rectum
. After the initial use, although generally not recommended, the dismembered member may be used by other partners for their own sexual pleasure.
"Yo man, did you hear what happened to Johnny?''
"That skanky hooker from down the block got him to give himself a one-way ticket on the Stimpleton Express."
"Aw, what a scum, I'm gonna murder that bitch and then you and me are gonna go Mung Diving
, ya heard?"
When you masturbate so much that when you try to do so again, all that comes out is a puff of smoke; a general fatigue of the genitals.
"I had a mean chicken-beating marathon all day yesterday and when I tried to rub one out this morning, I failed miserably; It seems I have, once again, been the victim of overjaculation."