Definitions by Choda Boy 57
Chew 'n' Spew
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'.
Chew 'n' Spew by Choda Boy 57 March 16, 2008
hour of power
Drinking game most popular with uni students, campers and the otherwise young and stupid. The idea is simple: 1 shot of beer every minute, on the minute for 60 minutes.
Sounds easy doesn't it? "That tiny little shot will be through my system before the next one arrives", I hear you say. And that's how it starts. You can't wait for the next beep. You might even sneak a swig between minutes. You get through ten, and twenty with no worries. Only sixty? I could do this all night.
The confidence starts to fade around thirty. You're not pissed yet, but starting to feel a little tight in the guts. And the minutes keep coming. Every shot seems to double the pressure in your guts. You start ripping out massive burps which relieve the pressure a bit, but then it's time for the next one. As the alcohol starts to kick in, the minutes seem to fly. You dread the beep and flinch when it goes off. It takes you almost a full minute to down the shot. And there are still 12 to go. If you're lucky, you won't notice the last 10 through the haze. If you're unlucky, you'll be running around the back of the shed to puke... but if your friends are cool, as long as you make it back to your seat for the next minute, you can keep going.
Still not convinced? 60 shots is equivalent to 60 ounces, 1.8 litres, or a touch under a standard six pack. In an hour.
And if that's not enough, the hour of power is merely the poorer cousin of the true measure of binge-drinking prowess: the dreaded centurion...
See also boat race, cricket drinking game.
Sounds easy doesn't it? "That tiny little shot will be through my system before the next one arrives", I hear you say. And that's how it starts. You can't wait for the next beep. You might even sneak a swig between minutes. You get through ten, and twenty with no worries. Only sixty? I could do this all night.
The confidence starts to fade around thirty. You're not pissed yet, but starting to feel a little tight in the guts. And the minutes keep coming. Every shot seems to double the pressure in your guts. You start ripping out massive burps which relieve the pressure a bit, but then it's time for the next one. As the alcohol starts to kick in, the minutes seem to fly. You dread the beep and flinch when it goes off. It takes you almost a full minute to down the shot. And there are still 12 to go. If you're lucky, you won't notice the last 10 through the haze. If you're unlucky, you'll be running around the back of the shed to puke... but if your friends are cool, as long as you make it back to your seat for the next minute, you can keep going.
Still not convinced? 60 shots is equivalent to 60 ounces, 1.8 litres, or a touch under a standard six pack. In an hour.
And if that's not enough, the hour of power is merely the poorer cousin of the true measure of binge-drinking prowess: the dreaded centurion...
See also boat race, cricket drinking game.
hour of power by Choda Boy 57 October 2, 2007
fuck you and I hope your dog dies
fuck you and I hope your dog dies by Choda Boy 57 September 19, 2007
Suede Patch Club
A most unwelcome honour, a member of the Suede Patch Club is a bloke who has not had sex for so long, his gigantic balls need a suede patch sewn on to the underside to protect them from rubbing on the ground.
Suede Patch Club by Choda Boy 57 August 17, 2007
Rick Disneck
Rick Disneck is a fictional gymnast featured on a very well-known Australian comedy album from the 1980s.
The album, Wired World of Sports by the Twelfth Man (Billy Birmingham), is a parody of Channel Nine's Wide World of Sports, a Sunday sports wrap-up program that ran for many years. The album satirises the presenters and features footage or interviews with imaginary sports stars, usually with funny names such as "female" bodybuilder Anna Bolic ("Oh my God, Oh my God, a testicle has just popped out of her costume!" "HER costume???!!!"), the Russian weightlifter Popavalium Andropoff (who suffered the fate all weightlifters dread, when his guts came flying out of his arsehole), or the Mexican-Japanese boxer Zalos Karate.
Rick Disneck, or "wrecked his neck" is based on American gymanst Brian Meeker, whose early 80's collision with a pommel horse is one of the most famous sporting accidents of all time (see youtube or a "Top 20 Sporting Blunders" show). The interview, hosted by presenter Darrell Eastlake, takes place with a presumably convalescing Rick. Throughout the interview, Rick barely talks above a slow, wheezy whisper as he discusses his many injuries ("I crushed my larynx and ruptured my spleeeen") and how the accident happened.
Well worth a listen if you can get it, although the Australian Rules football and cricket stuff is probably over most American heads. Later albums continued the trend of names with funny meanings, most notably of Indian, Sri Lankan and Pakistani cricketers.
Ask any Australian male over 25 who Rick Disneck is, and if they don't respond with a wheezy groan followed by "No Darrell, I just fucked up", well, I'll eat my own head.
The album, Wired World of Sports by the Twelfth Man (Billy Birmingham), is a parody of Channel Nine's Wide World of Sports, a Sunday sports wrap-up program that ran for many years. The album satirises the presenters and features footage or interviews with imaginary sports stars, usually with funny names such as "female" bodybuilder Anna Bolic ("Oh my God, Oh my God, a testicle has just popped out of her costume!" "HER costume???!!!"), the Russian weightlifter Popavalium Andropoff (who suffered the fate all weightlifters dread, when his guts came flying out of his arsehole), or the Mexican-Japanese boxer Zalos Karate.
Rick Disneck, or "wrecked his neck" is based on American gymanst Brian Meeker, whose early 80's collision with a pommel horse is one of the most famous sporting accidents of all time (see youtube or a "Top 20 Sporting Blunders" show). The interview, hosted by presenter Darrell Eastlake, takes place with a presumably convalescing Rick. Throughout the interview, Rick barely talks above a slow, wheezy whisper as he discusses his many injuries ("I crushed my larynx and ruptured my spleeeen") and how the accident happened.
Well worth a listen if you can get it, although the Australian Rules football and cricket stuff is probably over most American heads. Later albums continued the trend of names with funny meanings, most notably of Indian, Sri Lankan and Pakistani cricketers.
Ask any Australian male over 25 who Rick Disneck is, and if they don't respond with a wheezy groan followed by "No Darrell, I just fucked up", well, I'll eat my own head.
Mike Gibson: "Rick Disneck is the poor bastard you see slamming in the vaulting horse at a hundred miles an hour"
Darrell Eastlake: "So Rick, did you have a blowout in a sandshoe as many believe, or did you just fuck up?"
Rick Disneck: *eeeeeerrrgh* "No Darrell, I just fucked up."
Darrell Eastlake: "So Rick, did you have a blowout in a sandshoe as many believe, or did you just fuck up?"
Rick Disneck: *eeeeeerrrgh* "No Darrell, I just fucked up."
Rick Disneck by Choda Boy 57 July 31, 2007
Fuckland with an A
If you've ever had trouble remembering how to spell Auckland, the largest city in New Zealand, then this is the mnemonic for you.
Fuckland with an A by Choda Boy 57 July 24, 2007
piss in hand
Piece of cake. Easy. No worries.
The less well-known cousin of "piece of piss", this is an Australian term to describe something as easy, especially if you are asked by somebody else.
The less well-known cousin of "piece of piss", this is an Australian term to describe something as easy, especially if you are asked by somebody else.
piss in hand by Choda Boy 57 July 24, 2007