Rainier Ale, a brew from Washington.
It used to come in dark green cans. Open on of those cans and the room smelled like death for a few moments. The beer inside the can definitely was an acquired taste. But it was delicious!
It used to come in dark green cans. Open on of those cans and the room smelled like death for a few moments. The beer inside the can definitely was an acquired taste. But it was delicious!
Waldo always took a six pack of Green Death to BYOB parties. That way, he was assured of having all six cans.
by Bumkicker Slade May 07, 2005

An establishment, funded by money coerced from honest working stiffs, in which children are taught politically correct lies, faggoty agendas, and socialist bull crap.
Hillary Clinton knows what is best for me. I know this is true because I learned it in public school.
by Bumkicker Slade April 30, 2005

Lem got Cora Pearl a Arkansas Warshing Machine. After warshing the socks an' draws in it, Cora Pearl trips the lever and gets a whole new pot o' fresh warter.
by Bumkicker Slade May 14, 2005

A person who is vain and self-centered, and who spends a fortune to preserve his appearance. One of the traits of the yuppie and, of course, the fag, who spends hours admiring himself in the mirror.
by Bumkicker Slade May 14, 2005

1. Concerned with surface attributes only.
2. One of several adjectives that perfectly describes a yuppie or a soccer mom. See also vulgar, annoying, and arrogant.
2. One of several adjectives that perfectly describes a yuppie or a soccer mom. See also vulgar, annoying, and arrogant.
Macgregor is a shallow soccer mom.
by Bumkicker Slade April 30, 2005

Beans, beans, the musical fruit,
The more you eat, the more you toot.
The more you eat, the better you feel,
So let's eat beans for every meal.
Well, I eat beans for every meal.
I'm here to tell you how I feel.
I feel better when I toot,
And so I eat my musical fruit.
The more you eat, the more you toot.
The more you eat, the better you feel,
So let's eat beans for every meal.
Well, I eat beans for every meal.
I'm here to tell you how I feel.
I feel better when I toot,
And so I eat my musical fruit.
by Bumkicker Slade April 25, 2005

by Bumkicker Slade May 14, 2005
