The concept that it's much better to emigrate to Australia than live in a tired and rather shabby looking United Kingdom. The theory sounds great, but is complicated by the Drongo Uncertainty Principle, in which you either live in Australia but realise it's not as great as you thought it would be (which usually occurs when the deadly finger-web spider bites you on the funnel) OR you're in the UK, it's cold, wet, and dismal, and you've just been mugged for your mobile phone, and so you dream of an idyllic life in the sun playing with large friendly marsupials (known as 'Ozzies').
In the UK:
Gerald: 'That damned Johnny in the hooded top just beat me up and took my phone!'
Edward: 'Ahhhh! Playing with the Ozzies in the balmy climes of Australia would be so much better!'
Gerald: Hmmmm! Quantus theory!'
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Simultaneously in Australia:
Tadger: 'Bollocks mate! I just got bit on the funnel by a finger-web spider!'
Johnno: 'No wucking furries mate, we'll move to England.'
Tadger: 'Rack off! That's just Quantus theory!'
Gerald: 'That damned Johnny in the hooded top just beat me up and took my phone!'
Edward: 'Ahhhh! Playing with the Ozzies in the balmy climes of Australia would be so much better!'
Gerald: Hmmmm! Quantus theory!'
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Simultaneously in Australia:
Tadger: 'Bollocks mate! I just got bit on the funnel by a finger-web spider!'
Johnno: 'No wucking furries mate, we'll move to England.'
Tadger: 'Rack off! That's just Quantus theory!'
by Pedrosa von Beagle August 07, 2006

The feeling of sudden shock when you discover that your bank account is empty because your personal details which were lost by Her Majesty's Revenue and Customs were then used for identity theft. Courtesy of the Rt. Hon Alistair Darling et al.
by Pedrosa von Beagle December 24, 2007

The result of over-enthusiastic weight training or body-building. When you just had to do that extra rep at 250 pounds but should have known better, and pop your shoulder out of its socket as a result.
Jason: "No. I'm OK! I can do one more rep!"
Pete: "Jason, that's 36 stone you're pressing!
Jason: "I'm OK! I can do it. Hnnnnnggghhhhahhhhrrrgggg!"
Pete: "What ? What's the matter???!!!!??"
Jason: "Sheeee-it! My shoulders!"
Pete: "That's the way to pop a socket!"
Pete: "Jason, that's 36 stone you're pressing!
Jason: "I'm OK! I can do it. Hnnnnnggghhhhahhhhrrrgggg!"
Pete: "What ? What's the matter???!!!!??"
Jason: "Sheeee-it! My shoulders!"
Pete: "That's the way to pop a socket!"
by Pedrosa von Beagle September 08, 2006

Bob: 'How d'you like my cerise silk thong, Darren Darren?'
Darren: 'Whoa! You is Gaybarella, Queen of the Galaxy. Respeck!'
Darren: 'Whoa! You is Gaybarella, Queen of the Galaxy. Respeck!'
by Pedrosa von Beagle September 10, 2008

Guy1: "Hey, yo' still coming to the pub tonight? We'll do a gallon and then have a curry!"
Guy2: "I can't now, I've got some letters to write and then I have to wash my hair."
Guy1: "That is a total wimp out bro."
Guy2: "I can't now, I've got some letters to write and then I have to wash my hair."
Guy1: "That is a total wimp out bro."
by Pedrosa von Beagle April 25, 2006

Guy1: "Get a load of my new Hawaian shirt - it rocks!"
Guy2: "Sorry dude, it's a ten on the tossometer."
Guy2: "Sorry dude, it's a ten on the tossometer."
by Pedrosa von Beagle May 08, 2006

Guy1: "Get a load of my new Hawaian shirt - it rocks!"
Guy2: "Sorry dude, it's a ten on the tossometer."
Guy2: "Sorry dude, it's a ten on the tossometer."
by Pedrosa von Beagle May 06, 2006
