| 1. | car comb-over | ||
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A cosmetic addition to a mid-life crisis car Dude. See that vanity plate on that guy's Hummer? Car comb-over.
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| 2. | Mr. Rogers | ||
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1. A very sick puppy lacking in morals and integrity. (Not to be confused with the late Mister Fred Rogers of PBS's "Mister Rogers' Neighborhood", who was quirky and maybe a little disturbing to all but the most pure at heart, but always a gentleman and a staunch child advocate.)
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2. Mr. (or Ms.) Rogers describes a teacher who uses his position to take sexual liberties with (and/or exploit) his young students. His mental workings are best described in the Vladimir Nabokov novel Lolita. The natural setting for this education preditor is high school, where he teaches subjects that offer little real-world practical application, such as geography and oceanography. (Interesting? Maybe. Practical? No!) Although, Mr. Rogers is now seen more often in the community college setting, where he offers extra credit opportunities in the backseat of his car. This deviant gives a blackeye to the honored teaching profession. His actions have a range of manifestations, including prosecutable sexual offenses and breaches of the professional ethics code, but can often go undetected, e.g., from sex with underage persons to staring down a student's blouse or up her skirt, (see upskirt) and distorting the grading curve by giving the highest marks to those le... |
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| 3. | Combaro | ||
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n. A combination of a comb-over and a mullet. This style is most frequently seen through the T-tops of a Z28 Camaro, hence the name. Informally, it's a comb-over spotted in any sports car and indicates and ill-fated, dual-pronged attempt to appear younger than one truly is. This usage is frowned upon by scholars and should not be used in formal communication. Earl's sweet combaro, with whisps of black hair across his skull and long, curly locks down his back, caused a stir with the ladies at the Circle K.
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| 4. | J Love | ||
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Bad ass, Ex-Navy, drift car racing, rescue swimmer, who has a bad ass truck with way too many lights, and likes his Red Bull at 8 in the morning. However as much as he is a bad ass he has the stature of a hobbit, male pattern baldness at the age of six, and had tiny ass hands. However this does not affect his overall awesomeness, and has a comb over on his big toes and a dirty mexican mustache. You cant beat that awesome ass J Love!!
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| 5. | mustang | ||
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An incredibly fast car that is inexpensive and anyone who drives it is instantly cool....unless you have a comb-over. Wow, look at that civic....its quick (because it weighs like nothing).
Too bad that Ford Mustang totally destroyed that import shit box despite the fact that it is double the weight. |
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| 6. | Wal-Mart high | ||
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The feeling of euphoria you experience when visiting any Wal-Mart in America. No matter how bad things in your life may be going, you immediately feel so much better when comparing yourself to all the losers in the store. While picking up some bread, clothes, and a car battery at Wal-Mart, I think to myself, "I'm so depressed. My girlfriend just dumped me for my best friend and my company is laying me off as they downsize. My car also needs a new transmission, the roof on my house is leaking, and my computer got a virus that wiped out the hard drive. But you know what? I'm getting a Wal-Mart high now because at least I'm not that guy." (pointing to the 75 pound weasel-faced man with only three teeth in the beer aisle with an unwashed, thin comb-over, wearing a flannel shirt and smelling like BO, with his 500 pound wife sitting in a Rascal next to him wearing a flower-patterned moo moo, with equally unwashed hair, while they show completely no interest in controling their seven maniac children running all over the store)
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| 7. | Cloon | ||
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The typical shady and sleazy salesman whom often times smells of booze and sports a comb over. 'Cloons' can be found in many industries including, but not limited to: mattress sales, used car lots, door to door vacuum sales, Capital Meats, telemarketing, and the mortgage industry. In the 10 minutes I spent looking at the cars on the lot I was harassed by at least 5 sales cloons. Eventually, I became so fed up with their cheesy spiels that I left.
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