an insatiable desire for a corner office, usually describing an asshole who is willing to do anything for it.

Hangover or other ill physical and psychological after effects as a result of a drug leaving your system and your body craving more. Specifically , this term refers to amphetamines, though it's often used to refer to other drugs as well.

*Insult* An asexual, usually taller person with a staunch craving for nutty theatrics.

*Compliment* A particularly bland taste in homosexuality. Used as a backhanded compliment, or simply implemented to confuse the receptionist.

Coca-Cola sweetened with sugar instead of high fructose corn syrup. Sold in Mexico, but can be found in the United States at some corner stores, bodegas, and at chain grocery stores during Passover (Kosher Coke).

A strong uncontrollable desire for a savory blend of melted cheeses, spices and fresh chips for scooping.

John Rodney Mullen.

Born on August 17th, 1966 in Gainsville, Florida.

One of the world's top skateboarding artists and the pioneer to many tricks such as the very simple flatground ollie, kickflip, 360 flip, helipop, kickflip darkslides, caspers, and many more than such.

Nicknamed 'The Mutt' Rodney has won many, many contests. Every contest he won made his popularity grow even farther. He lost first place once by the act of a cold that morning.

Rodney owns part of a distribution company made for skateboarding named Dwindle Distribution.

The companies he owns/owned are.
*World Industries
*A-team
*Enjoi
*Blind
*Darkstar
*Legacy
*Almost
*Tensor
*Matix
*Blacktop Griptape
*Globe Shoes

Here's what Rodney had to say in one of his many interviews = I see myself as a Linus, carrying a skateboard around like some kind of security blanket. In a way, my skating has been my only real possession. Now that I’m older, I have a car, a stereo, a bank account - more than what I need. Yet I can’t say I’ve actually “earned” the stuff I have. It’s been given to me, in a way. My friends make fun of me. The bastards call me a mattress stuffer, a miser. But I have a hard time justifying fancy things when I haven’t done anything that merits them. I just do what I love to do - skate. It has been the only thing I’ve ever really had of any real value. This is how I got started: I wanted to skate, but my father wouldn’t let me. It was always strict around the Mullen househo...

aka "Wilmas" -- A city suburb of Los Angeles, CA located literally just a drunken crawl north of the Port of Los Angeles. Known for nothing, by no one, ever. (Well that's not true, actually; it has the original Wienerschnitzel.) Seriously, did you ever get directions from someone on how to get from San Pedro to Long Beach, and they tell you to get on the freeway, and you're on there and you find you're driving over all this stuff that has no name that you can remember and that you've never really paid any heed to and you continue not doing so because, Oh Shit, you have to get to Long Beach, but suddenly you have a mysterious craving for a burrito? Tell you what--the person who gave you the directions likely forgot what all that stuff was called, too.

If you're ever cruising around the LA South Bay area, perhaps by way of PCH, and you find yourself in a place where:

-everybody speaks Spanish (no exceptions)
-it smells like a carneceria outside
-no matter where you look, you see a $1 Chinese Food restaraunt, a check cashing place, a donut shop, a shady video store, and an even shadier insurance outfit, together on one street corner and in that order from left to right
-the bil...