(1) noun. in an operational sense, one whose flatulence actually closely mimics the olfactory properties of another's flatulence
(2) noun. in a social sense, one who takes on the characteristics of the clique, in which he/she seeks to belong
Bro 1: "Brah, did you fart or was that me?"
Bro 2: "There's no way to tell, you're a fart chameleon."
Bro 1: "Brah, I don't get it, in high school she was a goody-two-shoes, then she gets into college, ditches her old friends, and becomes a drunken slam pig. What gives?"
Bro 2: "It's simple brah, she's a fart chameleon."
a chameleon fart is a fart which you reproduce that smells like a fart someone else has just done
"dude my fart is a chameleon fart"
A type of weed-smoking paraphernalia that traditionally refers to pipe that deliberately mimics the shape of a cigarette. In areas of the world where it is illegal to smoke weed, although weed is delicious and good for the high, it is wise to smoke out of a one hitter: if a cop sees you smokin' a one-hitter, he or she will just think it's a ciggey. Haw! You can fool 'em!
One hitters are also used by the stingy, frugal, or used to control how much of their stash friends or weed needin' acquaintances get to smoke. This is related to the custom that accompanies smoking a one-hitter: all the weed that is rammed into the pipe is smoked 'to the head' or by the individual, him or herself, who is handed the green tipped ciggie-chameleon.
A one-hitter is also referred to as a 'oney'.
A: Yo, you fuckin' kiddin? This is South Korea!
B: Don't even worry about it. Doan even weerry bout it...
A: Man, I'm scared as shit. If I get busted they gonna yank my passport; my student loans!
B: Shit, don't trip. This be a one hitter.
A: Oh.... cool. You dreamy!
A: Yo finish that shit, bitch!
B: Naw, man, I'm...
high as a fart-cloud
flyin in the night.
A: Fool that's a one-hitter. Put that in your head!
A: Hey, let me get another one of those.
B: Sorry, bro. That's a 'one' hitter. That's all you get.
A: But I ain't even faded. Come on gimme another one.
B: Sorry man; I got all these scavengers up in my mutha fuckin piece... Why don't you buy a sack?
A: What's up with this cigarette? Feels hard as shit. Whatever...
B: (15 min. later). Oh shit, what happened to Mikey?
C: Oh no, he musta thought this oney was a cancer stick.
A: (Hazily) Guys! Take me to the emergency room. I think ahmina have a heart-attack.