1. A telephone.
2. A device honked by all yuppies and soccer moms when they lock their Lexuses, BMWs, or SUVs at the mall. It is a trumpet fanfare announcing to one and all that they are now locking their cars.
Megan can't come down now, she's on the horn.
Like all good soccer moms, Flannery blasts her horn a few times when she locks her Excursion.
The exquisite cuisine of Oakland, California, especially as prepared by Everett and Jones.
I goin' to the soul food restaurant and get me some buffalo fish.
A place where fags go to watch other men take leaks, and perhaps meet other fags with the same interests.
The men's room in the Transbay Terminal is always full of poofters. You never find a liberal
in there because they don't want to see any evidence that they are flat-out wrong.
A person who creates fictitious animals and plants and gets them put on the endangered species list. Then she works to stop all development of private property by claiming the endangered species lives nearby.
The environmentalist does this to cost taxpayers millions of dollars defending lawsuits, in hopes that the taxpayers will eventually become environmentalists too.
The environmentalist typically lives in a fine house made of wood, furnished with beautiful wooden furniture. Then the environmentalist fights to prevent others from building such houses in his neighborhood, and fights to ban all tree cutting.
The goals of the environmentalist may be noble and good. But their methods are reprehensible and mean-spirited.
Environmentalists revile hunters, fishermen, and four-wheel drivers, all of whom want to preserve the environment for public use.
In Colorado, environmentalists made up the "Preble's Jumping Mouse" and forced taxpayers to waste tens of millions of dollars defending lawsuits in courts. In early 2005, they finally confessed that there is no such creature as a Preble's Jumping Mouse. But now they argue that, since such a mouse COULD exist, we should not build in the habitat they COULD live in. This will force taxpayers to spend yet more millions in court.
An electronic device carried on the shoulder of an illiterate, inconsiderate slob. Its sole purpose is to make white folks angry.
Shauntay got his ghetto blaster on his shoulder today.
A permanent drawing on the skin that shows that you are a conformist, a follower, a sheep, a person totally incapable of thinking for yourself, a mindless twit devoid of any originality, a twerp who wants to look just like every other tattooed clown in the world.
A tattoo is totally UNCOOL. Just take a look at Grandpa's arm, where he got his tattoo in Honolulu in 1945.
Pangborn got a tattoo, and now she looks just like every other soccer mom in the park.
Criminal with greasy hair.
Raymond is a Pachuco