A sexy jewish girl that could kick your ass at the drop of a hat.

a fat scottish twat that balls his eyes out at the drop of a hat, pathetically snivelling to himself , in the hope that someone will feel sorry for him and maybe shag him out of sympathy

(noun) - From the Latin 'fuck' usually describing a dolt, a moron, a boob, a twat, or my supervisor Bitie. Generally found wearing his/her ass for a hat, and professing vast knowledge about everything. Plural - fuckoes.

a person who seems to be rather hated for no apparent reason by everyone.
i have lived in london all my life and could be discustingly arrogant about them like everyone else. luckily, having a mackem dad and half a mackem family, i have learnt im not supirior to everyone else just cos where i live is so much better.
a mackem is also a loyal and the best football fan following perhaps the shittest team in history. he or she IS also caught up on the fact that we "beat the scum 2-1" a long time ago, but hey, its the only bit of victory we've had since the glorious 1-0 fa cup final against leeds in 1973. (we're still caught up on that as well)

the main character in all the books of the same name. the stories go like this:

harry potter and the philosopher's stone: harry is being happily beaten at home with his ace aunt and uncle (who adopted him, the ungrateful little prick), when he gets yanked away by some fat giant to a wizarding school. Consequently, he gets bullied and the shit beaten out of him my a guy called malfoy. then he beats his arch enemy (some lord called voldermort who kicked dirty wizard ass before that little prick stopped him) by... wait for it... touching him.

harry potter and the chamber of secrets: he goes back to the school and crashes a car on his way. instead of getting expelled, the bitch gets awarded 900 house points. then he kills a cat, but no-one cares cos he's a celebrity, then he kills a snake by pulling a sword out of a hat. the snake bites him, but he doesn't die ebcause a bird starts crying.

harry potter and the prisoner of azkaban: some messed-up dude starts hunting some potter ass, and harry shits his pants. the killer turns out to be his god-father who is on his side, then he turns into a dog and saves harry from a bunch of ninja ghosts that try to tongue harry. then the godfather flies away with this horse/snake/eagle thing.

harry potter and the goblet of fire: he gets entered in a competition by someone, and he cheats his way through, and then he goes into a maze at the end and touches something, which takes him to a place where voldemort is, and a friend who ca...

two words which are uttered whenever anyone is getting too close to the truth

this renders said person null and void and gives said person the appearance of a paranoid twat with a tinfoil hat regardless of what facts or evidence or actual proof they have

these two little words conspiracy theory have a magical effect similar to:

"there is no such thing as the occult,the occult doesn't exist,
you don't need to see any identification,these aren't the droids you are looking for,you can go about your business,move along"

Technical jargon describing the peculiar headgear favoured by grumpy, ageing Canadian progressive rock drummers.

Based on obscure ethnic designs, years of refinement and development have gone into the Asshat, to bring the style to the pinnacle of apparently pointless stupidity it now represents.

Believed to be lined with weapons-grade tinfoil (presumably to keep at bay the mental probing of obsessed "fans" - particularly those ghastly Eurotrash) and worn at all times by said grumpy old tub-thumping curmudgeon. Unfortunately it seems that there is no ego-curbing side effect to the lining process, meaning that the frequency & duration of drum solos has remained undiminished.

Formerly produced by the million in foul, pestilent African sweatshops, & made by children working for a single cup of damp sand per week, Asshats are now individually commissioned at a cost of thousands of Canadian Dollars per unit. The economic growth this has brought about means that many of the former sweatshop employees are now in fact controlling shareholders in the Canadian music industry.