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To have your car's engine run with the exhaust manifold bare, rendering it obnoxiously loud, according to rice boy standards.
Your general stock cars are by itself equipped with these items, that guide, muffle, and clean exhaust gases, as well as reduce performance by increasing backpressure:
Exhaust Manifold - A sturdy structure that covers the exit paths after your exhaust gases has left when the exhaust valve opens. It purpose is to collect exhaust gases so it can be either pumped with air to burn undercombusted hydrocarbons (provides no power, but better smog tests) via air injection, or further send down the tailpipe, where further methods are undertaken to quiet and clean the expanding exhaust gases.
Tailpipe - Narrow metal tube, that not only directs the exhaust gases to the back of the car (or to the sides), but because of its small diameter, slows the flow of gases, quieting the motor significantly (an a explosion for example is basically a loud expansion of gases). Slant eyed rice enthusiasts would take the hint, and install gigantic fart cans to their tailpipes to turn their tranquil hum of their civics into a vomit-inducing whine. Like they even need it anyways.
Muffler - As it's name states, it further "muffles" the sound of the still rapidly traveling exhaust gases by forcing it through a series of small intricate pipes.
Catalytic Converters - Helps burn excess uncombusted hydrocarbons that have unfortunately had not be burned up after introducing air into the exhaust manifolds (temperature still hot enough to ignite raw fuel), via air injectors operated by a air pump. Also, it helps get rid of Oxides of Nitrogen (Unuseable, unlike Nitrous Oxide), and changes carbon monoxide into less lethal, carbon dioxide. Catalytic converters reduce performance and sound just as much as mufflers, though if overworked (if your car has rich-fuel problems), it would glow and strain, melting the honeycomb like structures inside, further clogging the path in which exhaust can escape.
A obstructed path for exhaust gases to escape is very bad for engine performance, if nearly completed plugged, exhaust gases have nowhere to go but back into the combustion chamber, causing the motor to run terribly, or stall.
The idea of running your car, preferably a hot rod open header, is to increase performance, lessen the strain on the engine, make it sound louder and more macho, as well as to impress your friends.
Unless your attending a open header contest with other like gearheads, removing any of the above components is ILLEGAL as stated by the DMV. But at least this definition gives you something about exhaust and performance.
Your general stock cars are by itself equipped with these items, that guide, muffle, and clean exhaust gases, as well as reduce performance by increasing backpressure:
Exhaust Manifold - A sturdy structure that covers the exit paths after your exhaust gases has left when the exhaust valve opens. It purpose is to collect exhaust gases so it can be either pumped with air to burn undercombusted hydrocarbons (provides no power, but better smog tests) via air injection, or further send down the tailpipe, where further methods are undertaken to quiet and clean the expanding exhaust gases.
Tailpipe - Narrow metal tube, that not only directs the exhaust gases to the back of the car (or to the sides), but because of its small diameter, slows the flow of gases, quieting the motor significantly (an a explosion for example is basically a loud expansion of gases). Slant eyed rice enthusiasts would take the hint, and install gigantic fart cans to their tailpipes to turn their tranquil hum of their civics into a vomit-inducing whine. Like they even need it anyways.
Muffler - As it's name states, it further "muffles" the sound of the still rapidly traveling exhaust gases by forcing it through a series of small intricate pipes.
Catalytic Converters - Helps burn excess uncombusted hydrocarbons that have unfortunately had not be burned up after introducing air into the exhaust manifolds (temperature still hot enough to ignite raw fuel), via air injectors operated by a air pump. Also, it helps get rid of Oxides of Nitrogen (Unuseable, unlike Nitrous Oxide), and changes carbon monoxide into less lethal, carbon dioxide. Catalytic converters reduce performance and sound just as much as mufflers, though if overworked (if your car has rich-fuel problems), it would glow and strain, melting the honeycomb like structures inside, further clogging the path in which exhaust can escape.
A obstructed path for exhaust gases to escape is very bad for engine performance, if nearly completed plugged, exhaust gases have nowhere to go but back into the combustion chamber, causing the motor to run terribly, or stall.
The idea of running your car, preferably a hot rod open header, is to increase performance, lessen the strain on the engine, make it sound louder and more macho, as well as to impress your friends.
Unless your attending a open header contest with other like gearheads, removing any of the above components is ILLEGAL as stated by the DMV. But at least this definition gives you something about exhaust and performance.
"Bling a Ding Chong" thought that by sawing off his catalytic converter on his slick green rice rocket, he can beat Mary Anne on her pink 72 Chevelle. But instead, he serves jailtime with fellow burly prison rapist Tyrone Smith after flipping off a police officer.
by Chang Tan July 28, 2005
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He yearns for surgical treatments to change his eyelid shape, and uses dyes to change his skin and hair coloration. Blue eyed pupils and natural blond hair are widely desired, but futile in effort (Dr Mengele experimented with changing pupil coloration by injecting ink with fatal results).
His greatest dream is complete genetic modifcation, cleansing himself of his hereditary curse so that he may produce more children embracing wonderous western customs.
Note that the banana (preferred over the less macho Twinkie), would never touch or own anything Asian. For it he had control of his well-earned money (his family would often shake every cent out of him before he can spend it), he would buy domestic products: American made Hummer H1, Ford/Dodge/Chevy trucks (preferably Cummins/Duramax Diesel engine), and order rectangular pizza over the phone, with the sauces and toppings arranged in a way that it resembles the American flag.
He yearns for surgical treatments to change his eyelid shape, and uses dyes to change his skin and hair coloration. Blue eyed pupils and natural blond hair are widely desired, but futile in effort (Dr Mengele experimented with changing pupil coloration by injecting ink with fatal results).
His greatest dream is complete genetic modifcation, cleansing himself of his hereditary curse so that he may produce more children embracing wonderous western customs.
Note that the banana (preferred over the less macho Twinkie), would never touch or own anything Asian. For it he had control of his well-earned money (his family would often shake every cent out of him before he can spend it), he would buy domestic products: American made Hummer H1, Ford/Dodge/Chevy trucks (preferably Cummins/Duramax Diesel engine), and order rectangular pizza over the phone, with the sauces and toppings arranged in a way that it resembles the American flag.
by Chang Tan July 28, 2005
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The adults appear to have a mental illness, and a poor attention span, as they cannot stop chatting about soccer, airplanes, mountains, money, and the local burglar without crying a river, run back into their house, pee over the carpet, and still welcome their guests in to their kitchen, where a thriving colony of roaches and ants are having a squaredance in tile:#3457.
Sometimes the children are smarter and more active than their parents, keeping their fun, comfort, and social levels up, while somehow attaining a genetic trait that grants them immortality. However, if they ever miss a single bus when the time arrives, a humvee arrives to take them to military school.
Often its funnier to make the lives of your "victims" as agonizing as possible, rather than making them successful and prominent members of Simian society.
The adults appear to have a mental illness, and a poor attention span, as they cannot stop chatting about soccer, airplanes, mountains, money, and the local burglar without crying a river, run back into their house, pee over the carpet, and still welcome their guests in to their kitchen, where a thriving colony of roaches and ants are having a squaredance in tile:#3457.
Sometimes the children are smarter and more active than their parents, keeping their fun, comfort, and social levels up, while somehow attaining a genetic trait that grants them immortality. However, if they ever miss a single bus when the time arrives, a humvee arrives to take them to military school.
Often its funnier to make the lives of your "victims" as agonizing as possible, rather than making them successful and prominent members of Simian society.
I built a two story blood-speckled castle for the Weyland family, a tribe of demons visiting Sim-Estates to harvest fresh souls for the summoning of Cthulu. Already in the first 24 hours I had killed 80 Simian men.
Ah the joys of The Sims!
Ah the joys of The Sims!
by Chang Tan June 4, 2005
Get the the sims mug.A term used to describe when a "underground" genre of musical expression has been fully embraced by the public media through aggressive advertising (aka MTV). Following this phase, the style begins to rapidly plummet in popularity while the ravenous leeches and posers choose to find a new fad to gnaw upon.
During the "Golden Years" of a mainstream topic, the genre recieves praise in record numbers, often represented by record numbers of identity-free morons with nothing to make themselves "stand out". It gains brief immortality during this phase, with not enough love, and not enough hate to dislodge it.
Only when the "haters" prevail in larger numbers in proportion to fans will the death sentence of a genre be finalized.
During the "Golden Years" of a mainstream topic, the genre recieves praise in record numbers, often represented by record numbers of identity-free morons with nothing to make themselves "stand out". It gains brief immortality during this phase, with not enough love, and not enough hate to dislodge it.
Only when the "haters" prevail in larger numbers in proportion to fans will the death sentence of a genre be finalized.
Rap music still hasn't died because for a decade, it has worked secretly to poison the urban population with wife-beating lyrics and brain-damaging rhythmes, making a permanantly imprint on the inner-city folk.
Very devilish plan indeed...
Very devilish plan indeed...
by Chang Tan May 16, 2005
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Gamers ditches school just to spend hours searching of the Ultra Nuklear Oculous of Unanimous Kickass (+2 Skills +3x Immunity to Cold +2000 Magic Damage +Guaranteed Drop of Uniques), rumored to be hidden in a dung sample dropped from Baal's swollen sphinchter.
Gamers ditches school just to spend hours searching of the Ultra Nuklear Oculous of Unanimous Kickass (+2 Skills +3x Immunity to Cold +2000 Magic Damage +Guaranteed Drop of Uniques), rumored to be hidden in a dung sample dropped from Baal's swollen sphinchter.
Diablo 2 Gamer: "OMGz! I just found myself a bitchin' 75x FCR Sorc Ring with 800% Magic Find! God I'm so fucking tired...."
Straight-Thinking Kid: "Neat, I got laid twelve times today. Cool huh? My schlong hurts bad though"
Diablo 2 Gamer: "Haha! You faggot, you got a small dick. Gayass"
Diablo 2 Gamers spasms violently on the floor, blood pouring out of his eyes, then dies from a seizure.
Straight-Thinking Kid: "Neat, I got laid twelve times today. Cool huh? My schlong hurts bad though"
Diablo 2 Gamer: "Haha! You faggot, you got a small dick. Gayass"
Diablo 2 Gamers spasms violently on the floor, blood pouring out of his eyes, then dies from a seizure.
by Chang Tan March 13, 2005
Get the diablo 2 mug.A American-branded "anime" targeted to ignorant American youth. Has five characters, all of which probably stemmed from a stereotype or social group in school, you know, just to get in "with the crowd".
Robin - The loner, he is the protagonist of the entire story, the team leader. He does everything on his own, and loathes the zealous attempts of his fellow teammates to rescue him. A master of smack fu, and is just too fucking cool to die.
Starfire - Naive refugee from the Eighth Moon of Acrelon Five, fled after the moon exploded. Capable of super strength, energy bolts, flight, and unexpected panty shots from the camera. From what I see, its a oversexualized perception of fobby Japanese preteens.
Cyborg - A unintentionally racist depiction of the white man's stereotype of a black guy. Obsessed with cars, guns, and high-tech stuff. 9/10ths of his body is completely mechanical and electrical, armed to the brim with laser guns, jetpacks, and a faulty battery. Says "daaamn" and "homie" alot.
Raven - Goth girl, daughter of a succubus and a vampire, Toni Dominicii (AKA Raven), was born with extraordinary abilities in telepathy, telekinesis, and other crazy mind-oriented superpowers. Since her powers are tied to her emotions, she must resist showing any signs of anger, sadness, happy, and despair towards her companions, for it would prove fatal.
Beast Boy - The chinaman, nobody likes him, eats lots of tofu and flied lice, and only gets helped out of pity of his Aryan teammates. Has incredible potential, can transform into any animal, whether it be a mighty man-eating elephant or a fatal germ. Also his particularly green skin texture (possibly a indirect hate crime against Irishmen) makes him ostracized from society, and frequently gets tempted to join the Dark Side of the Force.
Robin - The loner, he is the protagonist of the entire story, the team leader. He does everything on his own, and loathes the zealous attempts of his fellow teammates to rescue him. A master of smack fu, and is just too fucking cool to die.
Starfire - Naive refugee from the Eighth Moon of Acrelon Five, fled after the moon exploded. Capable of super strength, energy bolts, flight, and unexpected panty shots from the camera. From what I see, its a oversexualized perception of fobby Japanese preteens.
Cyborg - A unintentionally racist depiction of the white man's stereotype of a black guy. Obsessed with cars, guns, and high-tech stuff. 9/10ths of his body is completely mechanical and electrical, armed to the brim with laser guns, jetpacks, and a faulty battery. Says "daaamn" and "homie" alot.
Raven - Goth girl, daughter of a succubus and a vampire, Toni Dominicii (AKA Raven), was born with extraordinary abilities in telepathy, telekinesis, and other crazy mind-oriented superpowers. Since her powers are tied to her emotions, she must resist showing any signs of anger, sadness, happy, and despair towards her companions, for it would prove fatal.
Beast Boy - The chinaman, nobody likes him, eats lots of tofu and flied lice, and only gets helped out of pity of his Aryan teammates. Has incredible potential, can transform into any animal, whether it be a mighty man-eating elephant or a fatal germ. Also his particularly green skin texture (possibly a indirect hate crime against Irishmen) makes him ostracized from society, and frequently gets tempted to join the Dark Side of the Force.
Robin - "Damnit team, I told you not to follow me. Why the hell do I even have you in my secret architecturally impossible T-shaped clubhouse? And what happened to batman, he was way better than you four losers."
Starfire - "Robin... please don't take your frustrations on your friends."
Robin - "The hell with you woman! I don't even know why the artists interposed my timeline with current year 2004-2005. For fucks sakes, I was partners with the bat since late 1940s in Gotham City."
Cyborg - "Daaaamn foo... you niggaz are all I got. Dem bitches out there are tough homie. I hate coppaz, and I hate foos who look like coppaz, ye hear?"
Raven - "Death, darkness, despair. The evil within, consuming me... must destroy...."
Beast Boy - "Hey girls, I can eat 20 gallons of tofu in a hour to put my name on the world record. You gals wanna take count?"
Starfire - "Robin... please don't take your frustrations on your friends."
Robin - "The hell with you woman! I don't even know why the artists interposed my timeline with current year 2004-2005. For fucks sakes, I was partners with the bat since late 1940s in Gotham City."
Cyborg - "Daaaamn foo... you niggaz are all I got. Dem bitches out there are tough homie. I hate coppaz, and I hate foos who look like coppaz, ye hear?"
Raven - "Death, darkness, despair. The evil within, consuming me... must destroy...."
Beast Boy - "Hey girls, I can eat 20 gallons of tofu in a hour to put my name on the world record. You gals wanna take count?"
by Chang Tan March 5, 2005
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Hoarded widely by wapanese and asiaphiles.
Note: In approximately 2.857 seconds following the posting of this definition, a lynch mob of pasty white men would have assembled before my door in retaliation for my "treasonous assault" on "my" own race, for they cannot distinguish the differences between me, and other members of the so called "genetically superior asian supermen".
Hoarded widely by wapanese and asiaphiles.
Note: In approximately 2.857 seconds following the posting of this definition, a lynch mob of pasty white men would have assembled before my door in retaliation for my "treasonous assault" on "my" own race, for they cannot distinguish the differences between me, and other members of the so called "genetically superior asian supermen".
Japanese Pocko Executive: Johnno Armostrongo-San, what do we do with all this extra leftover sawdust from the logging ventures in China?
John Armstrong: Just condense it into chocolato-flavored twigos and sell it to the stupido Americanos.
Japanese Pocko Executive: Hahaha! You very smarto Armostrongo-San!
Meanwhile, back in a "Emerika" Ranch 99 Supermarket (the best place for imported asian goods)...
Wapanese: Nacho-Jizz flavored Pocky. Liek, OMG, !!!!111221111!!!??!!! SQUEEEE!
Japanese native (visitor to America): Kowaii baka... *shakes head*.
John Armstrong: Just condense it into chocolato-flavored twigos and sell it to the stupido Americanos.
Japanese Pocko Executive: Hahaha! You very smarto Armostrongo-San!
Meanwhile, back in a "Emerika" Ranch 99 Supermarket (the best place for imported asian goods)...
Wapanese: Nacho-Jizz flavored Pocky. Liek, OMG, !!!!111221111!!!??!!! SQUEEEE!
Japanese native (visitor to America): Kowaii baka... *shakes head*.
by Chang Tan March 3, 2005
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