Hugh G Rection's definitions
by Hugh G Rection January 17, 2005
Get the fux0rmug. Popular philosophical reflection. You see, life is like a shit sandwich because the more bread you have, the less shit you have to eat.
by Hugh G Rection November 2, 2005
Get the Shit Sandwichmug. when you pick your wife up from bingo and you shove the bingo dabber in her ass and she screams BINGO!
by Hugh G Rection December 10, 2004
Get the hot rogermug. 1. The cowboys in Argentina
2. An unconfortable friend, who has questionable taste, bad manners, exposes you before your friends and undermines your social position. You wont get rid of him, dumping him near the freeway, because of course youre so fucking gay and you are banging him (or he is banging you). After a Steely Dan song, but then again, who the hell knows what they really meant?
2. An unconfortable friend, who has questionable taste, bad manners, exposes you before your friends and undermines your social position. You wont get rid of him, dumping him near the freeway, because of course youre so fucking gay and you are banging him (or he is banging you). After a Steely Dan song, but then again, who the hell knows what they really meant?
1. Gaucho, sos un boludo ché...
2. Who is the gaucho amigo, why is he standing in your spangled-leather poncho, whith the studs that match your eyes? Bodacious cowboys, such as your friend, will never be welcome here, high in the Custerdome...
2. Who is the gaucho amigo, why is he standing in your spangled-leather poncho, whith the studs that match your eyes? Bodacious cowboys, such as your friend, will never be welcome here, high in the Custerdome...
by Hugh G Rection January 27, 2005
Get the gauchomug. "Love to eat hair pie, but I hate to pick all those hairs from my teeth"
D.H. Lawrence in Lady Chatterley's Lover: "But his silence was fathomless. His hands held her like flowers, so still and strange. "Where are you?" she whispered to him. "Where are you? Speak to me! Say something to me!"
He raised his head from her hair pie, murmuring: "Ay, my lass!"
D.H. Lawrence in Lady Chatterley's Lover: "But his silence was fathomless. His hands held her like flowers, so still and strange. "Where are you?" she whispered to him. "Where are you? Speak to me! Say something to me!"
He raised his head from her hair pie, murmuring: "Ay, my lass!"
by Hugh G Rection September 17, 2003
Get the hair piemug. Some nasty thingies that the government has, but that really leet hax0rs can also use to fux0r your connection, so beware!
by Hugh G Rection September 17, 2003
Get the nukemug. by Hugh G Rection December 28, 2005
Get the magna cum laudemug.