by Concerto November 7, 2003
A site full of entertaining news stories, "boobies" links, and "photoshop" links, but forums that are filled with really annoying people and mods that ban and silence without discretion.
Saw this article about a 3-year-old drug dealer on Fark. Right between the Star Wars photoshop contest and the Praise Drew the Webmaster article.
by AyeRoxor November 20, 2003
Fark: the Australian national bird call.
It was the plaintive cry of the crow adopted by the original inhabitants of Australia as their clarion call.
It was borne on the wind, through the trees, down the beach and across the water at the landing of the First Fleet. It was there at Gallipoli, Flanders, Kokoda and Khe Sahn. It rode with Breaker Morant and froze with Douglas Mawson; it flew with Kingsford Smith and Andy Thomas to the end of the earth and beyond; it ran in beside Keith Miller at Lords and texted Shane Warne in Durban; it raced up into the stands with Pat Cash and soared above the pack with Gary Ablett; it shat on Don Bradman's cap.
It’s been there in disappointment, shock, elation, amazement, pain and anger.
It’s breathed character into the language of every sporting field, workplace, farm, back-yard shed, school, public house and parliament.
It’s brought life to literature, books and magazines, the common touch to theatre and moving pictures; was immortalized on the flickering blue screen by Graham Kennedy.
It was the plaintive cry of the crow adopted by the original inhabitants of Australia as their clarion call.
It was borne on the wind, through the trees, down the beach and across the water at the landing of the First Fleet. It was there at Gallipoli, Flanders, Kokoda and Khe Sahn. It rode with Breaker Morant and froze with Douglas Mawson; it flew with Kingsford Smith and Andy Thomas to the end of the earth and beyond; it ran in beside Keith Miller at Lords and texted Shane Warne in Durban; it raced up into the stands with Pat Cash and soared above the pack with Gary Ablett; it shat on Don Bradman's cap.
It’s been there in disappointment, shock, elation, amazement, pain and anger.
It’s breathed character into the language of every sporting field, workplace, farm, back-yard shed, school, public house and parliament.
It’s brought life to literature, books and magazines, the common touch to theatre and moving pictures; was immortalized on the flickering blue screen by Graham Kennedy.
by Frank Blunt May 28, 2006
Stop being a fark and let us finish this ping-pong match.
ORIGIN: I just woke up from my intense afternoon nap (where I hit snooze about 3 times) and my friend was in my dream that went a little something like this... She and this little boy around the age of 12 or so were playing ping-pong in our backyard. I woke up from my nap (in my dream) and made a goofy face outside the window towards them. My friend somewhat giggled and the little boy turned out and saw me and gave me the grossest face ever. Then he called me this weird word-a "fark." So he really didn't think so fondly of me I assumed. Then they played a little more and I went to go check on the cookies that I recently just made (I actually just did this and they're sitting in our kitchen) and they were all gone! I was really, really peeved and I went to ask my friend if she had eaten them. She laughed and said yes. Feeling disrespected, I got overwhelmed and told her (in a loud voice) that it wasn't okay and that she owed me $5 dollars. I turned around and she was looking at the boy and giggled and called me a "fark." Then I went on Urban Dictionary and found out that the word was somehow related to Nixon (?) and that it meant someone who sucks out all the fun. I was quite upset and then woke up. So point of story... don't call me a FARK.
ORIGIN: I just woke up from my intense afternoon nap (where I hit snooze about 3 times) and my friend was in my dream that went a little something like this... She and this little boy around the age of 12 or so were playing ping-pong in our backyard. I woke up from my nap (in my dream) and made a goofy face outside the window towards them. My friend somewhat giggled and the little boy turned out and saw me and gave me the grossest face ever. Then he called me this weird word-a "fark." So he really didn't think so fondly of me I assumed. Then they played a little more and I went to go check on the cookies that I recently just made (I actually just did this and they're sitting in our kitchen) and they were all gone! I was really, really peeved and I went to ask my friend if she had eaten them. She laughed and said yes. Feeling disrespected, I got overwhelmed and told her (in a loud voice) that it wasn't okay and that she owed me $5 dollars. I turned around and she was looking at the boy and giggled and called me a "fark." Then I went on Urban Dictionary and found out that the word was somehow related to Nixon (?) and that it meant someone who sucks out all the fun. I was quite upset and then woke up. So point of story... don't call me a FARK.
by Beatrice Fark October 20, 2010
Oh Fark. Oh Fark. Oh Fark.
by Some Farker October 8, 2003
To fark; is verb used to describe an action or event of great awesome or important value in the eyes of any person.
by therealfarq November 15, 2009
A place for people to argue about the merits and faults of the Republikkkan party. Oh yeah, and boobies.
by My name is Mud. March 23, 2005