and iiiiiiii want to thaaaaaaank you...
by selmabouvier December 18, 2003

walking round the supermarket, at around 6-7pm, trying to decide which ready meal to have for dinner
by selmabouvier December 18, 2003

the looong distance between the 1:40pm and the 5:35pm editions of neighbours. eagerly waited out by most sentient Britons.
- What you up to this afternoon?
- Nose to the five thirty five grind-stone, my friend.
- Fancy a quick drink?
- Well...
- Nose to the five thirty five grind-stone, my friend.
- Fancy a quick drink?
- Well...
by selmabouvier December 18, 2003

by selmabouvier December 18, 2003

the well-known British practice of waking up at 1:40pm exactly to catch the lunchtime edition of cult soap, neighbours. see also the five thirty five grind.
- Had a productive day?
- Well... got the one forty itch, then took in a bit of doctors and murdershewrote, then... went back to bed.
- Nice. Fancy a quick drink later?
- Well, after last night...
- Well... got the one forty itch, then took in a bit of doctors and murdershewrote, then... went back to bed.
- Nice. Fancy a quick drink later?
- Well, after last night...
by selmabouvier December 18, 2003

in the midst of a really big sexual drought. tearing the labels off items everywhere. no sign of sex anywhere. definitely not on the friendship horizon, or anywhere else.
- Jeez, you're shaking.
- I know, I know.
- Jim Beam Hand?
- God no. Trekking the Sahara. Three months.
- Good Lord! I'll mercyfuck you if I have to!
- I know, I know.
- Jim Beam Hand?
- God no. Trekking the Sahara. Three months.
- Good Lord! I'll mercyfuck you if I have to!
by selmabouvier December 18, 2003

by selmabouvier December 18, 2003
