A man with a hairy vagina who doesn't smoke weed. He can take it up the ass from time to time but has been known to give as good as he gets. He's a hulking beast of a man with 17 inch biceps who could cut your torso in half with his thumbs.

this is the mess that is always there after you have finished a session with your girl, both your secretions, and sometimes hair or other unknown objects now stain your matress or bed covers

Literal meaning: I ate a baby.

Hossell's are pretty much the sexiest people on this planet. They are fantastic friends and Amazing in bed. heheeheh. Hossell's have a tendency to lighten up one's day through their brilliant-but-slightly-crazy sense of humour and strange animal noises. However, Hossell's generally have crap taste in music, for example Dubstep and other such nonsense, and they are well known for their "jerking-off-the-giant" dance at parties.
Hossell's are wonderful people to be around and if you are ever fortunate enough to meet one then you should snap them up quickly, because they never realise how awesome they actually are.
In addition, Hossell's are well known for their exquisite taste in food, their permanent drunken-like state and their let's-sit-around-doing-bugger-all genes. Hossell's are wonderful procrastinators.
They also tend to attract quite weird friends, so beware of these potential alliances.

Mythology influenced version of "OMG"
O=Oh
M=My
Z=Zeus

I would like to set the record straight about my city.
Yes, Calgary blows.

But it is STILL better than Edmonton.

We have ALL kinds of people...

Which means that, in fact, no we are not all red neck hicks. I would say like any other city we've got every kind of person... You can't honestly believe that you can group one million people into one category.

No, the night life is not fantastic, but it is still good. There are around five clubs that are pretty awesome.

I do believe that Calgary's just a baby still. It's growing up and, FINGERS CROSSED, it's only gonna get cooler (it obviously can't get worse).

Just Ask Satan (the book) is a collection of Michelle J. Wong’s columns from his homonymous online project (he is twitching now as you read the word “homonymous”). With a brand of humor beyond good and evil, relentlessly mocking all subject matters, all peoples, all walks of life and all futile human attempts to make this misery of a world more livable, Just Ask Satan is nothing but a modern-day Miss Lonelyhearts for the evil at heart.

The book is organized in five sections dealing each with a specific topic: Family, Dating & Relationships, Society, Politics, Religion & Existentialism. These are only general headings, as each column displays a veritable tour de force of free association, nightmarish cognition and detailed vivisections of the absurd elements that fill the world we inhabit and the ways we conceive of it. A perfect blend of the sane indignation of a George Carlin and the rebellious outbursts of a Sam Kinison, Wong’s harangues begin in tender mocking and end in something dangerously close to actual social criticism (the politically-incorrect stuff great humor is made of, really). Here’s a bit from a question about the mistreatment of women in the columns of Just Ask Satan:

A handsome gentlemen, very nice, generous ,loving. Loves to make you happy.he trys to cheers you up in any possible way he can ,when your having bad day. hes a good hubby and a good friend . you have to be lucky woman to find a man like michon . oh yeah he is a genuis he very smart he plays alot of sport.Luckiest man you can marry

Michon