Someone, usually from the suburbs, pretending to be a hipster but is too rich to pull it off. Such people are easily spotted because their "hipster" clothes are from mall stores instead of thrift shops, dumpsters and/or obscure emo band concerts.
The king of his and your castle. The man that runs the plans and wraps circles around your best mans. The almighty king of ooh's and aaah's. The master of smooth melodies in a time of need.
Thomasville slicker is the act of using oil to lubricate the asshole of your girl. Once the asshole is effectively oiled up you take her to the nearest Thomasville with baseball bat in hand. Bend her over one of the beds in the Thomasville and proceed to buttfuck the shit out of her with a baseball bat until security comes and asks you to leave.
Joe: "Hey boss, how was your weekend?"
Mitch: "It was alright, me and my girl ran a few errands at the outlets. I ended up giving her a Thomasville Slicker though, which was pretty nice."
The slickest of all road conditions. Approximately five times slicker than snot, four times slicker than snot on a door knob, three times slicker than owl shit, and twice as slick as greased owl shit.
I asked George how slick the roads were and he said they were slicker than cum on a gold tooth, so I stayed home.