by Choda Boy 57 August 10, 2006
A short form of 'ker-fuckin'-ching', the sound a cash register makes and used when somebody tells you about their good fortune with money.
Derived, of course, from the fast food chain which, as well as the usual expressions, can be referred to as Kolonel's Fucking Crap.
Derived, of course, from the fast food chain which, as well as the usual expressions, can be referred to as Kolonel's Fucking Crap.
Bloke 1: "Mate, I just got 3 grand back on my tax refund."
Bloke 2: "KFC!"
Bloke 1: "What?"
Bloke 2: "Ker-fuckin'-CHING!'
Bloke 2: "KFC!"
Bloke 1: "What?"
Bloke 2: "Ker-fuckin'-CHING!'
by Choda Boy 57 May 17, 2008
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.
by Choda Boy 57 September 20, 2007
Alternative name for the TV show "The Biggest Loser".
This was an entertaining watch in the first couple of series, with some genuinely nice people working hard to transform themselves and hopefully inspire others. Unfortunately the show has degenerated into another Survivor or Big Brother, and now it's all about bitching, backstabbing, who's "playing the game" and who's "flying under the radar". Some of the current bunch of salad-dodgers are such arseholes that you end up hoping they gain 20 pounds each week before their overworked heart explodes on-stage during the finale.
This was an entertaining watch in the first couple of series, with some genuinely nice people working hard to transform themselves and hopefully inspire others. Unfortunately the show has degenerated into another Survivor or Big Brother, and now it's all about bitching, backstabbing, who's "playing the game" and who's "flying under the radar". Some of the current bunch of salad-dodgers are such arseholes that you end up hoping they gain 20 pounds each week before their overworked heart explodes on-stage during the finale.
Hey, come and check out "The Fattest Fuck"! This dude's got the biggest gunt I've ever fucking seen!
by Choda Boy 57 February 22, 2007
Used to describe an erection so hard that even a dingo (Australia's native wild dog) couldn't damage it.
Given the silliness of the expression, it's usually used to describe extreme enjoyment of an activity not related to sex, such as a sporting triumph.
Given the silliness of the expression, it's usually used to describe extreme enjoyment of an activity not related to sex, such as a sporting triumph.
When the Cats won the 2007 AFL Grand Final, I had a boner a dingo couldn't bite through for the next week.
by Choda Boy 57 May 09, 2008
A foul, disgusting, horrible, drink made of a shot of lime juice and another shot of Bailey's Irish Cream.
You drink the lime juice first and hold it in your mouth. You then shot the Bailey's and swish them together in your mouth as though you were using mouthwash.
Within several seconds your mouth will be full of a rancidly textured ball of goop (the "cement"). As a straight male I can't vouch for it but it must be similar to having a mouthful of cum. Swallowing it is even worse.
They are so gross that the clown who buys you one of these is lucky if you don't gob it back in his face.
Better choices can be found in the tags below.
You drink the lime juice first and hold it in your mouth. You then shot the Bailey's and swish them together in your mouth as though you were using mouthwash.
Within several seconds your mouth will be full of a rancidly textured ball of goop (the "cement"). As a straight male I can't vouch for it but it must be similar to having a mouthful of cum. Swallowing it is even worse.
They are so gross that the clown who buys you one of these is lucky if you don't gob it back in his face.
Better choices can be found in the tags below.
by Choda Boy 57 August 24, 2006
One of the many words that Australians have cut syllables off and replaced with "-o". This one represents the hours after 12pm, and is used by people, myself included, who can't be bothered saying "-fternoon".
Hey Davo, I'm goin' to the servo for arvo smoko.
Translation: David, I'm going to the service station to purchase some food for the afternoon break.
Translation: David, I'm going to the service station to purchase some food for the afternoon break.
by Choda Boy 57 September 08, 2006