An EXTREMELY FAT piece of shit who likes to have sex with her daughters Tricia, Missy, Michael and Gay Paul. Usally eats between four or five hundred pounds of food. She also brushes her teeth with Mayonaise.
One who sits on the couch all Sunday long watching his fantasy football stat tracker while ocassionally glancing up to actually watch the NFL games. He is doing nothing but drinking beer, eating snacks and getting fatter. His or her (see sports spy for "her") gear includes wireless internet, laptop, beer, big screen TV and sometimes friends. Friends are optional because they will cut into your stat tracker watching.
Closet Fat tracker: Hey man, lets go to the bar and watch the game.
Fat tracker: Do they have WIFI?
Closet Fat tracker: What's WIFI? (he knows what WIFI is and that this particular bar does not have it)
Fat Tracker: Nah, lets watch the game here.
Closet Fat tracker: That's lame...there are no chics here.
Fat tracker: Uhh...Ummm...the A/C repair guy is scheduled to repair my...Uhh..A/C between the hours of 12:00 pm and 10:30 pm..so I need to be here.
Closet Fat tracker: Sounds Good!
Begins earlier in the day when one or a multitude of people have gone to a restaurant and then a place for desert. Then later that day the same people or person decide to go back and do the same places to eat but in reverse order. Also can be used in reference to a buffet.
Pizza Hut and Tcby were so good earlier today. Let's "fat track" through them again.
The word 'flag' as pronounced by people with thick Belfast accents. The term is a perfect encapsulation of the disproportionate and overblown reaction to the removal of the Union Jack (as in 'de fleg') from above City Hall in Belfast. Where previously it had flown for 365 days per year, it is now flown on 17 designated days of the year - in line with many other British cities.
The event caused a portion of the Protestant community ('fleggers') to make international pricks of themselves as they proceeded to wreck the fucking place, claiming it was another erosion of a 'British' identity they perceive to have been under attack since the horrifying spectre of equality reared its head in Northern Ireland.
The word 'fleg' - and indeed 'fleggers' - fittingly describes a section of humanity unconcerned with knowledge, reality or the vagaries of the English language. Like America's tea-baggers they are ruled by instinct, fear and paranoia with a side dish of rampant bigotry and startling ignorance of the world around them.
"Wat de fuck like! The taigs got de fleg took down! Let's wreck de fuckin place! No surrender!"
"De fleg has been took down! Before ye know it there'll be a united Ireland! Attack Short Strand! God Save The Queen!"
To take something small, that doesn't quite qualify as a theft. Probably from the Danish "skæv" or the Dutch "scheef", both of which are pronounced similarly, meaning "askew, or not quite right'. To change an item's ownership without permission, but only something small and of little worth.
"I skeefed an apple off the neighbor's tree." "I skeefed some chips outta your bag when you looked away." "Don't skeef my chair when I go to the bathroom."
A tight, tangled knot of loose hair and lint that forms inside clothing during the clothes dryer cycle. It typically hides inside garments, causing an annoying lump or a phantom tickling sensation against the skin until it is found or falls out onto the floor during folding.
I was folding my clothes and a hugehairspider fell out onto my hand