57 definitions by Choda Boy 57
The tooth fairy's evil sister. She visits people sleeping in the middle of the night and gives them horrible morning breath.
Ergh, I've had a visit from the Shitty Mouth Fairy.
by Choda Boy 57 August 12, 2006
A complete and utter oxygen thief.
Rob Thomas is another of today's talentless, gutless bitches who, for some bizarre reason, is supposedly a (if not THE) torch-bearer for contemporary singer-songwriters.
It would be easy to ignore this tosser as yet another creator of whingy, whiny, pass-the-Kleenex, "let's make music that millions of teenage girls will love and more importantly buy" crap. Unfortunately, endless tales of his song-writing genius are constantly rammed down our throats.
Well, if Rob Thomas is the spokesperson for our generation then Christ help us all.
Since his debut single with Matchbox 20 (at least in Australia) Push, every single song has been the same gut-wrenching tale of heart-break, woe and misery. Ever notice how every song is about how unwell/bent/diseased/generally fucked up Rob is? Ever notice how just about every line in every song starts with "I"? The world waited with baited breath when Rob cast off the shackles of his band and we were promised that, as a solo artist, Rob's full range of talents would be unleashed. What did we get? "I don't wanna be lonely no more..." Every song is overwrought with emotion, but the lyrics are like the bad poetry that freshly-dumped teenagers write and then burn immediately. What a one-trick pony. But then why change when there's the next wave of 14 year old girls to be hooked on his rubbish (and Pepsi too, the fucking shill)
By all means, have an angsty song, have an angsty album if you must, but an entire career? Even Alanis Morrisette got over hers.
We get the message, Rob. Why not try using whatever talent you have to make people feel better about themselves for a change?
And, by the way, most guys are NOT jealous of him. Not jealous of his dubious talent, and definitely not jealous of his looks. Any wonder he bangs on about being so unwell, he looks like his liver's failing.
Rob Thomas needs to be put into the same meat grinder as Ben Lee, James Blunt and all the other imitators he has spawned. See Ben Lee for more truth!!!
As the great Bill Hicks said, this is not a matter of taste or opinion. Rob Thomas sucks. End of story.
Rob Thomas is another of today's talentless, gutless bitches who, for some bizarre reason, is supposedly a (if not THE) torch-bearer for contemporary singer-songwriters.
It would be easy to ignore this tosser as yet another creator of whingy, whiny, pass-the-Kleenex, "let's make music that millions of teenage girls will love and more importantly buy" crap. Unfortunately, endless tales of his song-writing genius are constantly rammed down our throats.
Well, if Rob Thomas is the spokesperson for our generation then Christ help us all.
Since his debut single with Matchbox 20 (at least in Australia) Push, every single song has been the same gut-wrenching tale of heart-break, woe and misery. Ever notice how every song is about how unwell/bent/diseased/generally fucked up Rob is? Ever notice how just about every line in every song starts with "I"? The world waited with baited breath when Rob cast off the shackles of his band and we were promised that, as a solo artist, Rob's full range of talents would be unleashed. What did we get? "I don't wanna be lonely no more..." Every song is overwrought with emotion, but the lyrics are like the bad poetry that freshly-dumped teenagers write and then burn immediately. What a one-trick pony. But then why change when there's the next wave of 14 year old girls to be hooked on his rubbish (and Pepsi too, the fucking shill)
By all means, have an angsty song, have an angsty album if you must, but an entire career? Even Alanis Morrisette got over hers.
We get the message, Rob. Why not try using whatever talent you have to make people feel better about themselves for a change?
And, by the way, most guys are NOT jealous of him. Not jealous of his dubious talent, and definitely not jealous of his looks. Any wonder he bangs on about being so unwell, he looks like his liver's failing.
Rob Thomas needs to be put into the same meat grinder as Ben Lee, James Blunt and all the other imitators he has spawned. See Ben Lee for more truth!!!
As the great Bill Hicks said, this is not a matter of taste or opinion. Rob Thomas sucks. End of story.
by Choda Boy 57 August 20, 2006
Aussie exclamation of surprise, amazement or frustation. Does well enough on its own, although can be followed up with "and bury me pregnant" for extra effect.
by Choda Boy 57 August 12, 2006
Scores vary, but in this part of Australia, runs are awarded for drinks consumed as follows:
* 20 runs for a standard drink (pot or basic spirit)
* 30 runs for a middy, tinny or stubby
* 40 runs for a pint
A wicket is lost every time the player takes a piss.
The object is simple - score the most 'runs' before your side is bowled out.
Scoring generally follows the pattern of large opening and top order partnerships, followed by a late-middle and lower order collapse.
Parking the tiger is usually equivalent to a declaration, though if the player continues and has wickets in hand, it counts as a hat-trick.
* 20 runs for a standard drink (pot or basic spirit)
* 30 runs for a middy, tinny or stubby
* 40 runs for a pint
A wicket is lost every time the player takes a piss.
The object is simple - score the most 'runs' before your side is bowled out.
Scoring generally follows the pattern of large opening and top order partnerships, followed by a late-middle and lower order collapse.
Parking the tiger is usually equivalent to a declaration, though if the player continues and has wickets in hand, it counts as a hat-trick.
by Choda Boy 57 September 15, 2008
Used to describe an erection so hard that, if given the chance, a dingo (Australia's native wild dog) would not be able to damage it.
Given the silliness of the statement, it's usually used to describe a non-sexual situation that a man would nonetheless enjoy very much, such as a sporting event.
Given the silliness of the statement, it's usually used to describe a non-sexual situation that a man would nonetheless enjoy very much, such as a sporting event.
When the Cats won the 2007 AFL Grand Final, for the next week I had a boner so hard a dingo couldn't have bitten through it. (boner, I've got a ... a dingo couldn't bite through - gotta use the original here)
by Choda Boy 57 May 7, 2008
Someone who is a complete prick, or someone who is so stupid, if they were any stupider, they'd be a rock.
see fuckstick, fuckwit, fuckhead, fucknuts, fuckknuckle... you get the idea.
see fuckstick, fuckwit, fuckhead, fucknuts, fuckknuckle... you get the idea.
I was driving down the freeway last night and I got heinously cut off by this fuck station in his "fully sick" Silvia.
by Choda Boy 57 June 24, 2007
What you call any restaurant or fast food chain that you're not particularly fond of. Translates to "Eat 'n' Vomit" in Aussie slang, and a play on the "X 'n' Y" convention of naming eateries where X relates to eating, and Y is usually 'Go'.
by Choda Boy 57 March 16, 2008