Patron Saint of Flight Attendants
Steven Slater, upon being hit in the face by a customer's overhead luggage, became psychotically enraged. He then shouted expletives at passengers, opened the door, triggered the emergency exit warnings, grabbed two beers from the beverage cart, and made his escape down the inflatable slide onto the runway. He was arrested while having sex later.
His tirade was immediately discussed on the social media. He is a leading authority on how to quit a job.
One who can't spell turdburglar.
Public education produces many turdburglers.
This is your great-grandfather’s beer that tastes like your great-grandmother’s breast milk.
A standard by which other beers are measured.
Old English is 2 degrees above Coors “zero”.
A god-awful yet god-fearing little town. Also known as the mullet capital of Southern Utah and home of the Polygamy Tech Screaming Thunderchickens where SUU students either leave town or get high every weekend (greatest blow on earth). Its main industry is Wal-mart which forms the job base and people come from miles around fer the Shakespeare and elk guttin’ festival.
It’s loads of fun stalking prey on a Cedar City ridge with 50 MPH winds and 50 degrees below zero.
Fans of insane clown posse.
Shows over. Shit. Here comes the ass clown posse!
A dance where both the male goolies
are externally displayed through hole in briefs or boxers then shaken vigorously while moving hips rapidly from side to side. Also called the wangdoodle
Look everyone! He’s doing the gobblers knob.
Muscles that control the release of mental and emotional waste products from the mind into the chat room or blog site.
Dude: I have a pain in my blogosphincter.
Doc: Can you post me a sample?