When you wake up with a raging hard-on caused by having a full bladder. You have to stand way back from the toilet and lean way forward so that your pee will go into the bowl, rather than going all over the wall. In this position, you will resemble one of those downhill skiiers doing a ski jump.
Sheila: What the heck are you doing? You look like you're doing a ski jump in the bathroom.
David: I had to pee, and if I don't stand like this, my hard-on will shoot pee all over the potted plant you put on top of the toilet. Don't I look like a downhill skiier pee-er?
Sheila: That thing sure is big.
The constant fear that someone will ask "What are you listening to?" at the very moment that you're listing to something that you like, and that is probably good...but would be considered very unhip, therefore rendering you pegged as a dork.
Billy, walking the school hallway jamming to "Rhinestone Cowboy" by Glen Campbell on his iPod, his iPodaphobia at an all-time high, hopes nobody asks what he's listening to.
Hotpants McHottie: "Hey Billy! What are you listening to?"
Billy: "Oh...er....uh....just a little Black Hole Sun by Soundgarden. Totally rockin!"
An adjective used to describe a house that has obviously been bought, renovated, and is now being flipped. The obvious sign of a flip house is the myriad architectural elements that have been tacked on to give it character. An example: A 1950's brick ranch house. It will have a non-matching addition added onto the back. It will be painted "buff" or other neutral color to appeal to yuppies. They will tack on some cedar-shake siding so it has a Cape Cod look, and then some copper flashing so it has some Loire Valley feel, then some river-stone stonework around the foundation for that New England country feel, a couple of bogus columns that supposedly support the front stoop for that Old South look, and for the finale, a redwood pergola placed on the front of the house for that Pacific Northwest feel. Very, very tacky...and soooo very obvious.
Muffy: Oh Skip, what a charming neighborhood. All this old-time charm. I just love this cute, authentic mill village. How artsy!
Skip: Oh Muffy, you're so right! These quaint old neighborhoods are so rare nowadays. I love it!
Muffy: Oh no, Skip. What is that God-awful monstrosity??? Did it fall to earth from some other planet? It's twice the size of these other houses and it's taking up the whole damn yard. Gross. It's ruining the neighborhood.
Skip: Yeah...it's totally flippery. Let's go buy a condo instead.