1. Contrary to popular belief, the Counting Crows are actually several middle-aged buttholes that have brainwashed most radio stations and youth into believing they make music. Actually, they make extremely expensive garbage-noise which is painful to hear in much the same way a fever hallucination is to experience.
2. An activity a person in a wheatfield might do.
2. An activity a person in a wheatfield might do.
hey, its long december! i love counting crows!
what? wait... really?
what do you mean? they're a really good band.
i hope your kids die of rabies.
what? wait... really?
what do you mean? they're a really good band.
i hope your kids die of rabies.
by Barnaby J. July 04, 2008
The pathetic substitute for real cookies like oreos or chips ahoy. Often bought by overprotective, health-conscious mothers.
-Hey little Johnny, do you want dessert?
-Ya mom! What's there to eat?
-Fig Newtons
-Fig Newtons? Fuck you, mom.
-Ya mom! What's there to eat?
-Fig Newtons
-Fig Newtons? Fuck you, mom.
by Barnaby J. July 16, 2008
1. Any group of people that generally lack talent, humor, modesty, intelligence, or any related qualities of otherwise normal people.
2. Used as a slightly less meaningful but more conversationally appropriate term for assholes.
3. The holes in butts.
2. Used as a slightly less meaningful but more conversationally appropriate term for assholes.
3. The holes in butts.
I was looking for a good boulder for Dinosaur Sex in the woods when some buttholes were blasting Counting Crows on their radio. I pushed my ear-buttons to keep out the wretched garbage-noise.
by Barnaby J. July 11, 2008
The gelatinous, viscous, amalgamation of diarrhea and usually seminal fluid that drips from the anal orifice down to the catholic schoolgirl knee-socks after a romping good round of buttsex.
Teacher: What is 3+3?
Student 1: I smell poop.
Student 2: Hey Jill, whats that stain on your socks??
Jill: O no i forgot my butt plug. The butt fluid is a-flowin'.
Teacher: Well, go confess.
Jill: Why? It's the priest's fault for ramming it in too hard.
Student 1: I smell poop.
Student 2: Hey Jill, whats that stain on your socks??
Jill: O no i forgot my butt plug. The butt fluid is a-flowin'.
Teacher: Well, go confess.
Jill: Why? It's the priest's fault for ramming it in too hard.
by Barnaby J. July 14, 2008