| 1. | shite-burger | ||
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The way to order a cheeseburger in Hungary. "sajt" (pronounced like "shite") means cheese. Cashier: Teség?
Customer: Shite-burger. Cashier: Persze. (she hands you a cheeseburger) |
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| 2. | shite-burger | ||
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A common Australian word used when a simple fuck will not do to describe how astonished one is at a situation. Also commonly used when children are near. It seems to take the edge off.
Note: Bugger typically comes after this word in most sentences. Harry: You have to score another point to win this game
*loses* *looks at small children crying* Michael: Shite-burger. Bugger this to hades. |
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| 3. | Turdelburger | ||
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A small dried, shrivelled piece of mammalian excrement. Preferably from a carnivorous quadruped, (a cat). Sometimes this form of excrement can look like a sort of burger, one may be tempted to eat it, but would be in a servere state of shock if oral intercourse with this mistaken burger happened to occur. man1;-"My father of justice! What kind of philistine would leave a truly meaty burger of that converse lying in a cat litter box, such as that which is lying in front of us? I shall merely bend over, scoop it up and place it in my salvia-filled aurephis..."
man2;-"DON'T BE FOOLED! That's not a burger by any earthly description. It's a horrific expression of a cat's anus, i.e., it's none other than the turdelburger spoke of in legend through the aeons!" man1;-"Too late! I have ingested it's goodness!" *dies* man2;-"Defcon Turdelburger alert in sector pie two, there isn't much time before the turdelburger#$*&^%(&%virus is unleashed!" |
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| 4. | Crappy | ||
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Can be used in several descriptive levels, as a description of work, feelings of illness, or of an item This burger is crappy
They did a crappy job on my car, its still not working I couldnt go to work today, I was feeling really crappy Sorry, I shouldnt have done that, I feel crappy. It was a crappy thing to do |
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| 5. | Wayne Rooney | ||
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A 'Wayne Rooney' is a term describing the 'Job next to God'. In reality,'WR,' or 'W(anke)R', as he's known internationally, is actually the love child of Myra Hindley (2nd Jan 1938- Dead- 'LoL') and Mickey Rooney( Sep 23 1920- Still humpin!). Earning £30000 a minute, this inbred 'Special Boy' is renowned for being the only sperm that got to Heaven. (ie Heaven as in Fabios Arse.) His actual only 'claim to fame' is being an aged balding talentless little fuck that can't even recognise it's own reflection in a mirror, and having buggered David-PoshSpice & Fabio 'All a teh sem time!'(quote) when he should have been playing Football! Other common analogies include: A waste of space. Fabio's Little Rent-Boy Talentless Get back to Burger-King W(anke)R! (wanker) These are all terms to describe a 'Wayne-Rooney'. England Fan 2010 #1: 'Oh Bugger I spent my life savings on coming to SA to see Wayne Rooney playin' the World Cup 2010, and it was Shite!'
England fan 2010 #2:'Sorry me good fella, but they had that Over-Paid Talentless Stupid Little Balding, Aged, Fat, C**tWayne Rooney playing,........ he was like Gazza on Mogodon! C**t! |
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| 6. | American | ||
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Burger lovin, arrogant slappin, ape like creatures that live under rocks and can often be seen swimming out to see to catch mermaids. European: Look at dat american, he be swimming like a flid
Other European: Let's entice him with some KFC. European: Hot damn! Dude. Other European: Bet he be swimmin for Europe to try and sell some shite. Other European: You stick your foot on his head and drown dat yank European: Hot Diggity! You bet dude |
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| 7. | Luton | ||
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Dismal large town about 30 miles north of English capital London. Very, very, very grey. Concrete is in fashion here. Divided into "poor bit" where most of the chavs live, and "Slightly less poor bit" where the pseudo-middle-class chavs live. Luton is unbelievably dull, containing about four decent drinking/entertainment establishments. The rest of the town is coated with shite buildings containing shite nightclubs with shite music and scummy patrons. If you come seeking fine cuisine then be sure to avoid most of the town, and focus most of your energy on finding one of our two fine restaurants (If you don't like Indian or Thai, you're boned). Alternatively you could visit one of our many Burger King or McDonalds "restaurants" and share greasy cow rectum burgers with our population of frequently drunk and often amusing "street folk." Keep in mind that if they approach you, you DON'T HAVE ANY SPARE CHANGE. If you want somewhere to stay, I hope you like concrete and mysterious smells. Luton: You'll come for the sights, you'll stay because you're dead.
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