This was great fun in high school. The rules were simple - you had to make the substitute teacher (the "sub") cry by the end of the class.
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
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
If your car does not have air conditioning it is said to have "4/80 air conditioning"... 4 windows down, 80 kilometres per hour.
My Renault 12 has 4/80 air conditioning, Armstrong power windows and manual ABS (ie pump the shit out of the brake pedal)
by Choda Boy 57 September 19, 2006
To vomit.
I take no responsibility for this one. We had a 16 year old work-experience kid with us last week who was grossed out by an abscess. He disappeared out the back saying:
I take no responsibility for this one. We had a 16 year old work-experience kid with us last week who was grossed out by an abscess. He disappeared out the back saying:
by Choda Boy 57 August 15, 2006
When a large-chested girl is running up the street, her bouncing tits look like two puppies fighting under a blanket.
by Choda Boy 57 August 12, 2006
A brilliant multi-purpose word:
1. (verb) to sell something. Generally the price is low or the goods are dodgy.
2. (verb) to lose a sporting match, usually football, by a huge margin
3. (verb) to masturbate. Sometimes extended to "flog the dog" or "flog the log".
4. (verb) to steal something
5. (verb) to assault somebody
6. (noun) a poser, someone who likes to big-note themselves. Relates back to (3).
1. (verb) to sell something. Generally the price is low or the goods are dodgy.
2. (verb) to lose a sporting match, usually football, by a huge margin
3. (verb) to masturbate. Sometimes extended to "flog the dog" or "flog the log".
4. (verb) to steal something
5. (verb) to assault somebody
6. (noun) a poser, someone who likes to big-note themselves. Relates back to (3).
1. I flogged my piece of shit car to some uni student.
2. We got flogged by 15 goals today.
3. I caught my little brother having a flog today.
4. Some arsehole's flogged my ciggies!
5. I took this smart-arse out the back of the pub and gave him a flogging.
6. Look at that wanker in the Porsche talking on his car phone. What a flog.
2. We got flogged by 15 goals today.
3. I caught my little brother having a flog today.
4. Some arsehole's flogged my ciggies!
5. I took this smart-arse out the back of the pub and gave him a flogging.
6. Look at that wanker in the Porsche talking on his car phone. What a flog.
by Choda Boy 57 August 12, 2006