Shortened minivan. Looks like a grotesquely inflated hatchback. Comfortable to sit in but crap to drive, less useful than a minivan, and even less cool.
Dude: Look at that Lexus. What a chode-mobile!
Man: On point, Dude. It is fat, short and bulbous.
Driver: You like the crossover, man?
Historic: traditional African dish of stewed goat scrotum. Brought to America by slaves and adapted to Southern cooking conventions.
Current: Served deep fried at breakfast at any small diner in South Carolina, Georgia, and lower. Interestingly, nobody likes it, but they think other people like it. Yankees will often order it, mistaking it for grits (a more common and even grosser dish.)
Yankee1: What are groats?
Yankee2: Some podunk cornpone sorta thing.
Yankee1: I'll have that.
Yankee1: Wow, this bacon's really leathery.
1. Popcorn (or creamed corn) served in a paper cone, similar to a large sno-cone
2. Candy corn, a chalky confection
3. Orange traffic cones
4. Corn pones which take a conical shape when fried
5. Starch-rich cornmeal sold in large conical bags
I'll have chicken-fried steak with a side of corn cone.
Definition 1 about the cartoon robot is correct...The word can be adapted as a secret nickname for anybody who obsesses with ridiculous mechanical things.
Usually a neighbor, due to the neighborhood setting of The Brak Show. Can also apply to somebody with an overly decorated lawn.
The neighbor drives a Humvees - we call him Thunderclese
The other neighbor mows the lawn with an oversized tractor: he's Thunderclese too.
The neighbor's kid drives obnoxiously loud motorbikes in circles: Thunderclese Junior
Cereal that is unsweetened and not artificially colored.
Granola of course, Grape Nuts, Shredded Wheat, bran flakes, raisin bran, anything Kashi
Mom, don't we have anything besides lesbian cereal?
mono (single) + molecules = stray molecules. Means a tiny amount of something.
This has chicken broth in it? I can't eat it.
Don't be afraid of a few meat monocules!
Easy, it only takes a few monocules of that stuff.
The environmentalists glared at my scooter as if they were afraid of a few hydrocarbon monocules.
The little song that Windows plays when you shutdown your computer.
In urban speak, you use it to imply somebody has shut off his brain.
Dave: I think I'll turn left when...uh I'll just feel it.
Susan: be-ba-bu-ba. any maps in the car?