p@$$ing thr.ugh's definitions
it's when you're asked a question, you answer honestly and the person who asked you keeps bugging you about it until you are able to figure out exactly what they wanted to hear so you can tell them that and finally make them happy.
Grandma: Do you like the soup?
Gina: Sure.
Grandma: Are you sure it's not too hot, I know you don't like it too spicy.
Gina: Not too spicy.
Grandma: It's just like your favourite recipie?
Gina: Sure tastes good.
Grandma: I tried to make it like you like it?
Gina: You did a great job.
Grandma: I ran out of the paprika though, so I changed a few of the spices?
Gina: My GOD! Is that Rosemary I taste, that's brilliant, Grandma, I never would have thought Rosemary.
Grandma: Wonderful, Wonderful, Wonderful *chirps away humming*
Gina: Sixth time's a charm.
Gina: Sure.
Grandma: Are you sure it's not too hot, I know you don't like it too spicy.
Gina: Not too spicy.
Grandma: It's just like your favourite recipie?
Gina: Sure tastes good.
Grandma: I tried to make it like you like it?
Gina: You did a great job.
Grandma: I ran out of the paprika though, so I changed a few of the spices?
Gina: My GOD! Is that Rosemary I taste, that's brilliant, Grandma, I never would have thought Rosemary.
Grandma: Wonderful, Wonderful, Wonderful *chirps away humming*
Gina: Sixth time's a charm.
by p@$$ing thr.ugh January 23, 2010
Get the sixth time's a charmmug. The mall security apprehended me after he saw me push the spacially inept cellphone user on the escalator with my hot tea mittens. He took me to the dumpster behind the mall where 3 other security guards surrounded me and all began to pumel me with their slinky of deaths.
by p@$$ing thr.ugh January 5, 2011
Get the slinky of deathmug. The kinder gentler form of black mail that wimmin use on their significant others. Can also be referred to as guilt leverage.
Wife: Sweetie, I'm not going to shave my armpits until you shave your beard.
Husband: You're not going to white mail me that easily. Beard stays.
Wife: Fine, I'll just be a hairy monkey.
Husband: Sorry, dear, I'll get rid of the beard.
Husband: You're not going to white mail me that easily. Beard stays.
Wife: Fine, I'll just be a hairy monkey.
Husband: Sorry, dear, I'll get rid of the beard.
by p@$$ing thr.ugh February 22, 2010
Get the White Mailmug. The coolest place in the world, filled with the most coolest people in the world. Santa Clause's summer home is located just outside of Cairns, Queensland. And the whole shark attack thing -- myth!
Me: Wow! This Australia place is SOOOO cool! I never want to leave.
Aussie: Yieh, aur kuale's aer haepy. Aind aur sherks aer frindlee, mite.
Me: WwoooowwwW!
Aussie: Eand way've gat gikoes.
Me: ADOPT ME!
Aussie: Yieh, aur kuale's aer haepy. Aind aur sherks aer frindlee, mite.
Me: WwoooowwwW!
Aussie: Eand way've gat gikoes.
Me: ADOPT ME!
by p@$$ing thr.ugh January 10, 2010
Get the Australiamug. a wonderful thing, lowers the possibility for yucky complications of accidental pregnancy while ensuring that birth control in all it's glowing toxicity is not necessary
I don't have to worry about accidentally knocking my girl up as a result of possibly mutual sterility.
by p@$$ing thr.ugh December 12, 2010
Get the sterilitymug. Eve 6 is the first surviving product of the lichtfield experiment, an experiement created by the government to engineer, a superior army of highly intelligent and psychic superhuman clones all named consequtively Eves. The experiment failure lay in that though the Eves were of supierior intellect and possessed the desired psychic power, they were prone to anti-social and psychotic behavoir and were hard to control often serving their own secret agendas.
We enlisted Eve 6 to help us fight the terrorists, she cracked their cypher and stole their attack plans, but then she poisoned all our generals our snipers and disappeared into the wind with the terrorist's anthrax.
by p@$$ing thr.ugh January 28, 2010
Get the Eve 6mug. Mike: I think I might be TI
Me: Why?
Mike: Well I just got my internet hooked up at home, and I went to youtube.com. It asked me to sign in, and asked for my email address, and my address, and a password, then it asked for my cell phone number, so I filled it in, and then I got a call 2 minutes later, tell me that I had signed a contract agreeing to pay $5 a week for text messages.
Me: Oh, dear. You were raped by the internet.
Me: Why?
Mike: Well I just got my internet hooked up at home, and I went to youtube.com. It asked me to sign in, and asked for my email address, and my address, and a password, then it asked for my cell phone number, so I filled it in, and then I got a call 2 minutes later, tell me that I had signed a contract agreeing to pay $5 a week for text messages.
Me: Oh, dear. You were raped by the internet.
by p@$$ing thr.ugh January 12, 2010
Get the TImug.