53 definitions by Dan Weyandt
n. A mixed drink, well suited for hot summer nights. Essentially, this drink is a Whiskey Sour made with Jack Daniels, with a splash of Drambuie for a hint of honey, and a splash of Grenadine for a nice rosy color. Very tasty!
Ingredients:
2 tblsp Jack Daniels
1 tblsp Drambuie
1 dash Grenadine
1/4 cup Sweet and sour mix
1/4 cup Orange juice
Mixing instructions:
Combine all ingredients over ice in a glass.
Ingredients:
2 tblsp Jack Daniels
1 tblsp Drambuie
1 dash Grenadine
1/4 cup Sweet and sour mix
1/4 cup Orange juice
Mixing instructions:
Combine all ingredients over ice in a glass.
by Dan Weyandt December 4, 2007
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...
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 July 25, 2008
n. In Baltimoron, this refers to the Chesapeake Bay Bridge. The Chesapeake Bay Bridge is where US 50 crosses the Chesapeake Bay from Annapolis MD (at Sandy Point) to Kent Island MD. This bridge is not the Chesapeake Bay Bridge-Tunnel. The Chesapeake Bay Bridge-Tunnel is about 120 miles to the south of the Chesapeake Bay Bridge, and the Chesapeake Bay Bridge-Tunnel crosses the bay from the tip of the Delmarva peninsula to Norfolk VA. For most Marylanders (who don't live on the Eastern Shore), the Chesapeake Bay Bridge is the only practical way to go downy oshun (to Ocean City, MD). This means that bridge traffic can be backed up from 10 to 15 miles during the summer, much to the consternation of many Marylanders.
Jeez Louise! Dat dang Baybrij's bakd up da hoe way ta I-97 agin!
Translation: Golly (or other expression of exasperation)! That damnable Chesapeake Bay Bridge is backed up once again from the toll plaza at Sandy Point all the way to the intersection of US 50 and Interstate 97!
Note: This is a distance of approximately 12 miles.
Translation: Golly (or other expression of exasperation)! That damnable Chesapeake Bay Bridge is backed up once again from the toll plaza at Sandy Point all the way to the intersection of US 50 and Interstate 97!
Note: This is a distance of approximately 12 miles.
by Dan Weyandt April 9, 2008
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."
by Dan Weyandt June 7, 2013
1. n. Vile, evil ruler of China from the end of WWII to the early 1970's. Killed millions of his own people with forced collectivization of agriculture, the "Great Leap Forward," and most of all with the power-restoration maneuver resulting from the famine created by Great Leap Forward known as the "Cultural Revolution." Faclitated a transfer of power to a group of even more evil people called the Gang of Four that included his wife. The tyrant can be considered on equal footing with the next definition.
2. n. The excrement of Microtus pennsylvanicus. You guessed it, its "mousie dung."
2. n. The excrement of Microtus pennsylvanicus. You guessed it, its "mousie dung."
An example of Mao Zedong's thinking can be taken from his book, "The Wit and Wisdom of Chairman Mao," where he writes, "Politics comes out of the barrel of a gun."
by Dan Weyandt December 13, 2007
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
- Scott Donohoo, owner of Foreign Motors, Donohoo Ford, and intermittent mayoral candidate
by Dan Weyandt September 5, 2008
1. See Mr. Bojangles for the reference to the great dancer Bill Robinson.
2. Again without the hypen, and to correct other definitions here, the song "Mr. Bojangles" was written by Jerry Jeff Walker, and covered most successfully by the Nitty Gritty Dirt Band in 1971. The song is not in reference to Bill Robinson, nor is it in reference New Orleans blues musician Babe Stovall.
2. Again without the hypen, and to correct other definitions here, the song "Mr. Bojangles" was written by Jerry Jeff Walker, and covered most successfully by the Nitty Gritty Dirt Band in 1971. The song is not in reference to Bill Robinson, nor is it in reference New Orleans blues musician Babe Stovall.
According to Walker, a murder on the 4th July weekend of 1965 precipitated the arrest of all the street people in the area. In the crowded cell, a disheveled homeless old man began to talk to Walker who had been arrested earlier for drunkenness. The man told various stories of his life but the tone darkened after 'Mr. Bo-jangles' recalled his dog who'd been run over. Someone then asked for something to lighten the mood and the man obliged with a tap dance.
Walker mentions that all the men in the cell had nicknames to prevent easy identification by the police. The dancer's nickname was 'Mr. Bojangles.' In his autobiography 'Gypsy Songman,' Walker makes it clear the man he met was white. Further, in an interview with BBC Radio 4 in August 2008 he pointed out that, at the time, the jail cells in New Orleans were segregated along color lines.
Walker mentions that all the men in the cell had nicknames to prevent easy identification by the police. The dancer's nickname was 'Mr. Bojangles.' In his autobiography 'Gypsy Songman,' Walker makes it clear the man he met was white. Further, in an interview with BBC Radio 4 in August 2008 he pointed out that, at the time, the jail cells in New Orleans were segregated along color lines.
by Dan Weyandt August 6, 2009