"That guy over there is a real Cornwallis."
"Holy crap bro, your breath smells like a bag full of cornwallises!"
"I'm going to kick that guy right in his cornwallis."
"Holy crap bro, your breath smells like a bag full of cornwallises!"
"I'm going to kick that guy right in his cornwallis."
by smokey mcsmokersun February 3, 2010
used to describe a person, place, thing, event, action that seemingly makes little to no sense, whatsoever; can be used to describe retardedness; describes someone whom has surrendered to their stupidity
Dude, that guy is so drunk that he's spilling beer on everyone! That's Cornwallis as shit, bro.
Man, that girl's #yolo attitude is gonna land her straight at the schmeschmorsion clinic. Total Cornwallis, she is.
Man, that girl's #yolo attitude is gonna land her straight at the schmeschmorsion clinic. Total Cornwallis, she is.
by the euroWonder May 30, 2012
one who willingly surrenders to an act of self-degradation, generally through the act of desperate, rigid sexual contact
Thomas: "I heard that Marcia from accounting showed up at Martin's for the GBW."
Richard: "That is also what I heard."
Harrison: "Yes, she is definitely a Cornwallis."
"Make love to me, William. I am your Cornwallis."
"You certainly know how to set the mood, Patrick."
"I know. Now grab the whips and chains."
Gentleman, steer clear of Paris. She is not only the crustacean transportation but also a Cornwallis...the city, I mean.
Richard: "That is also what I heard."
Harrison: "Yes, she is definitely a Cornwallis."
"Make love to me, William. I am your Cornwallis."
"You certainly know how to set the mood, Patrick."
"I know. Now grab the whips and chains."
Gentleman, steer clear of Paris. She is not only the crustacean transportation but also a Cornwallis...the city, I mean.
by Danfield January 15, 2007
A county in Britain ridden with inbread habitants due to its small population and fear of the outside world. Its only redeaming point is that there is a river between it and Devon.
by Devon_Lardboy November 11, 2005
a good nickname for a lovely colorful girl who has amazing artistic ability, without being a scenester.
by mare scang October 28, 2007
shitty ass city in new york where you can't walk ten feet without being hustled for money by homeless people that are just trying to get money for drugs and/or alcohol. i used to live there and then i found out my friend got jumped by the BBK (benkard barrio kings)on clinton street... there are nice parts of the town but for the most part it's like growing up in new york city, gangs and violence..once was a nice place however newburgh corrupted this place.
by good_to_know_yo February 28, 2009
The population has peaked/stagnated at 46,000 since 1983, as any new blood that comes into the city is immediately put off by the eye-watering reek of industrial pollution, and the stench of farts, B.O., and desperation from the natives. As all heavy industry has been shut down, the main employers in the city nowadays are call centres and semi-organised crime, mainly centred on dealing drugs and shoplifting to order.
The nightlife in town sparkles with a joie-de-vivre as one is at a loss to choose which activities Cornwallites partake in: Bingo, bar-hopping, or break-ins. For the truly seasoned city dweller, you participate in the break-ins first, in order to fund the other two.
The prime of life in Cornwall is reached at age 15, usuallly just after the arrival of the second offspring, but before the first adult criminal sentence. A lucky few may qualify for a disability pension due to injuries sustained during the commission of a crime, which will guarantee them a taxpayer-funded income for the rest of their useless, unfulfilling lives, but most will fall back to the old family business of living on welfare, pushing out another bastard every couple of years so that Mama Chardonnay can grab another Baby Bonus cheque to buy some big hoopy earrings.
There have been talks of late to attract the populations of Raqqa and Baghdad to improve the quality of life in the city.
The nightlife in town sparkles with a joie-de-vivre as one is at a loss to choose which activities Cornwallites partake in: Bingo, bar-hopping, or break-ins. For the truly seasoned city dweller, you participate in the break-ins first, in order to fund the other two.
The prime of life in Cornwall is reached at age 15, usuallly just after the arrival of the second offspring, but before the first adult criminal sentence. A lucky few may qualify for a disability pension due to injuries sustained during the commission of a crime, which will guarantee them a taxpayer-funded income for the rest of their useless, unfulfilling lives, but most will fall back to the old family business of living on welfare, pushing out another bastard every couple of years so that Mama Chardonnay can grab another Baby Bonus cheque to buy some big hoopy earrings.
There have been talks of late to attract the populations of Raqqa and Baghdad to improve the quality of life in the city.
The mating rituals of the Cornwall, Ontario denizen consist of the female slipping into a form-fitting spandex mini-skirt at least two sizes too small accentuated by the latest stolen purse and 4" stiletto heels. The male of the species goes out on the town with the latest in baggy pants, hoody, and ballcap, with the odour of sweaty polyester and cheap aftershave. The female is usually found squatting in a parking lot between cars, whilst the male of the species is usually found drumming his chest and pulling down twigs to eat.
by Dung Trumpet April 11, 2016