38 definitions by krakky mckraken
Final evolutionary stage of the Purplepotamus. Distinguished by its bellowing rage and increasingly suicidal behavior. A Predapotamus is usually driven into extinction quickly since its actions are not thought out in advance.
Daisy Mae: The Predapotamus was fired after sending an inflammatory e-mail officewide about how much she hates the person sitting next to her.
by krakky mckraken November 12, 2006
by krakky mckraken August 20, 2006
Short for synapse lapse. In a phone call or voice-mail from the Ding, the lapse in time between "Hello" and the point at which the actual message begins. A synlapse is signalled by a drawn-out um.
The length of a synlapse depends on the complexity of the message, which determines how long it will take the Ding's electron-size brain to fit the information together coherently enough to convey it.
The average length of a synlapse is 45 seconds, during which boredom-induced drooling may commence in the unfortunate recipient of the voice-mail.
The length of a synlapse depends on the complexity of the message, which determines how long it will take the Ding's electron-size brain to fit the information together coherently enough to convey it.
The average length of a synlapse is 45 seconds, during which boredom-induced drooling may commence in the unfortunate recipient of the voice-mail.
The message the Ding left for Zeke lasted two and a half minutes, two minutes of which consisted of a particularly mind-numbing synlapse.
by krakky mckraken November 23, 2006
Worse than a sick twisted fuck. Worse than a sick twisted disturbed fuck. A sick twisted disturbed *psychotic* fuck is so vile, so putrid, so *unbearable* that no punishment in hell is sufficient to destroy him. Cheap. Crazy. Chases everybody around with inscrutable, mind-numbing questions. Mumbles when he talks and has so little love for his own family he'll ruin everyone else's lives in retaliation. The kind of deranged freak you want to crucify in an empty swimming pool and set on fire. You want to sit his kids on his chest, then pull his scrotum up over his head, forcing his kids to gnaw their way free.
STDPF: Hi, I was in on Sunday & I found these boxes of old envelopes. I know they have our old, old address on them but I figure you can just scratch that out with a pencil and use them, what does it matter, who opens them anyway, just a fucking secretary? If you could do that to every envelope, I think there's 1500 of them, get that done by lunchtime, that'll be great.
(slurps coffee)
STDPF: Now, I found these three boxes of pencils, so if you want to sharpen them all, I know they're kinda old and don't have erasers but I think people might want to use them, they write really well and maybe you can even use them to scratch out our old addresses! Now here...here are 8 boxes of letterhead with my name on each sheet, if you could just cross my name off of them we can use them for official correspondence and that way we can save a few bucks and maybe get you some part-time help a few months from now maybe a high school kid in the afternoon after school but you're doing a great job as it is-----
Clyde: Would you shut *up*, you sick twisted disturbed psychotic FUCK?
(slurps coffee)
STDPF: Now, I found these three boxes of pencils, so if you want to sharpen them all, I know they're kinda old and don't have erasers but I think people might want to use them, they write really well and maybe you can even use them to scratch out our old addresses! Now here...here are 8 boxes of letterhead with my name on each sheet, if you could just cross my name off of them we can use them for official correspondence and that way we can save a few bucks and maybe get you some part-time help a few months from now maybe a high school kid in the afternoon after school but you're doing a great job as it is-----
Clyde: Would you shut *up*, you sick twisted disturbed psychotic FUCK?
by krakky mckraken July 11, 2008
by krakky mckraken October 9, 2005
The pain caused when you're plowing through shis-ka-bobs and keep impaling the roof of your mouth on the skewers. Maybe you ought to slow down before you move on to the next one, big fella.
Kid: Hey Albert, you want some cake?
Albert: Oh, I'd love some, but I'm all shishkabobulated from poking myself 15 times in the last hour. Maybe later.
Kid: How 'bout now?
Albert: Now's later. Okay.
Albert: Oh, I'd love some, but I'm all shishkabobulated from poking myself 15 times in the last hour. Maybe later.
Kid: How 'bout now?
Albert: Now's later. Okay.
by krakky mckraken October 24, 2010
Even though millions of people eat one every day, the wiley balognaphump has never been photographed.
by krakky mckraken October 2, 2005