Dan Weyandt's definitions

B'lair Roed

n. In Baltimoron, this refers to the road that runs through Baltimore, connecting it to the town of Bel Air, MD. The road is US Route 1, and within the city limits north of North Avenue, it is named "Belair Road." As there is no space between "Bel" and Air, Baltimorons pronounce it "B'lair Roed."

Hon, come oen doen 'n' see ol' Scotty here on B'lair Roed. I cain't saves ya noe money n'less you do!

- Scott Donohoo, owner of Foreign Motors, Donohoo Ford, and intermittent mayoral candidate

by Dan Weyandt October 21, 2008

Reverend Green

n. Common reference to the great soul singer Al Green, whose greatest hit was "Let's Stay Together." It was in the early 1970s that Green san a run of hits that made him not just an R&B star but a pop icon. Since 1976, Green has concentrated on gospel music, recording numerous albums, but only two pop offerings. Since 1979, he has led his Baptist congregation, the Full Gospel Tabernacle, in Memphis, Tenn. For his release in 2007, "Everything’s OK," Green embraces both worlds by releasing a "secular" album under the name The Reverend Al Green.

"I wanted to put on this album who I am—to 'fess up to it! I'm the Reverend Al Green, and everybody calls me that, from Argentina all the way to the Catskills. So that's who I am."

"They've got catfish on the table
They've got gospel in the air
And Reverend Green be glad to see you
When you haven't got a prayer
But you got a prayer in Memphis"
-- Marc Cohn, 'Walking in Memphis'

by Dan Weyandt April 1, 2008

Screaming Multiple Orgasm On The Beach

n. A mixed drink. A mix of a Screaming Multiple Orgasm and a Sex On The Beach. If you put too much Peachtree Schnapps in, the drink is very bad.

Ingredients:
1 1/2 oz Bailey's Irish Cream
1 1/2 oz Amaretto
1 oz Malibu rum
1/2 oz Triple sec
1 oz Midori melon liqueur
1 oz Peachtree schnapps
2 oz Club soda

Mixing instructions:
Fill glass 1/2 full with ice. Add all liquers and speed shake. Top with club soda.

You should have seen the reaction I got from the bartender when I asked for a Screaming Multiple Orgasm On The Beach.

by Dan Weyandt December 31, 2007

Cleve Brownies

n. Slightly derogatory name given the Cleveland Browns. by color analyst Myron Cope. Myron had a more derogatory, but less used term for the Browns, that being the Cleve Sandlotters.

Mmm-Hah! Y'know Bill, it don't cahnt when you beat those sandlotter Cleve Brownies.

--Myron to Bill Hillgrove after a Steeler thumping of the Browns.

by Dan Weyandt November 16, 2011

cubic buttload

adj. The greatest amount imaginable. Much more than a heap, a fuckton, an asston, an assload, and even a shitload, or any other word meaning "a great quantity."

The speed limit is 55, not 155, son. You're in a cubic buttload of trouble!

by Dan Weyandt June 7, 2013

Sex on the Beach

n. A fruity mixed drink, popular during summer and especially during Spring Break. Here's a recipe that will make a gallon.

Ingredients:
1 cup Peach schnapps
1 cup Midori melon liqueur
1 cup Rum
1 cup Chambord
1 1/2 qt Pineapple juice
1 1/2 qt Cranberry juice
1 bag Ice

Mixing instructions:
Makes 1 gallon of punch -- mix all 4 liquers in 1 parts and fill rest with pineapple and cranberry juice

Sue can sure pound that Sex on the Beach.

by Dan Weyandt December 31, 2007

regnaD kciN

n. What Third-Eye gumshoes end up reading on drizzly Tuesday afternoons after listening to the monotonous staccato of rain on their desktops...

Out of the fog.
Into the smog (cough cough).
Relentlessly.
Ruthlessly! (I wonder where Ruth is?).
DOGGEDLY! (ruff! ruff!)
Toward his weekly meeting with THE UNKNOWN.
At 4th and Drucker he turns left.
At Drucker and 4th he turns right.
He crosses MacArthur Park and walks into a great sandstone building. (Oh, my nose!)
Groping for the door, he steps inside, climbs the 13 steps to his office.
He walks in.
He's ready for mystery.
He's ready for EXITEMENT!
HE'S READY FOR ANYTHING, HE'S...
(rrrring) (click) Nick Danger, Third Eye.
(Uhh, I wanna order a pizza to go with no anchovies)
No andchovies? You've got the wrong man! I spell my name "DANGER!"
(click) (what?)

Let's get down to business. Uncross those beautiful stems of yours, baby! Here's the case I call number 666...

It all began innocently enough on Tuesday. I was sitting in my office on that drizzly afternoon listening to the monotonous staccato of rain on my desktop, and reading my name on the glass of my office door--"regnaD kciN."

My secretary lay snoring on the floor. Her long, beautiful gams pinioned under the couch.

I didn't hear him enter, but my nostrils flared at the smell of his perfume: "Pyramid Pachuli." There was only one joker in L.A. sensitive enough to wear that scent, and I had to find out WHO HE WAS...

by Dan Weyandt August 21, 2008