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Definitions by Dr Winterbourne

The best looking girl in a particular location.
Diary exert: The poison throbs within me. I feel it wending its way within my tortured spine. When will this accursed doctor let me in? Hey, that girl in the splint is cute. URRRH! Stupid. Eschew this obsessive voyeurism, leave Glennifer in peace, and concentrate on our own PAIN.

Mate: Was she any good?
Stud: She was the gennifer, but, nar, not really.
Glennifer by Dr Winterbourne February 16, 2009

Hungry Ghost 

The two states of being are as a human being, or a hungry ghost. Semi-regularly you need to ask yourself which you are. Sometimes it is human. Others, alas, it is hungry ghost.

The hungry ghost seeks validity outside of themselves. Someone pining for an indifferent ex is a hungry ghost. Someone who arrives alone at 6:30 on Saturday night to a pub is probably a hungry ghost. Obsessive checking of mobile phones, chat sites or networks are clear signs that one is a hungry ghost.

The best thing to do is just stay home and ride it out. Read a book. Find some good clean fun.
Mate: How are you?
Dumped: I'm a hungry ghost, man.

Mate: What'd ya do last night?
HG: Urg. I hungry ghosted around The Oxford for a few hours, then walked home past her house, and HIS car was there...

Mate: Why'd you call man?! It's just rampant hungry ghostery.
Hungry Ghost by Dr Winterbourne February 16, 2009
Word of the Day on June 1, 2021

Thirroul 

To fill a toilet with paper so as to avoid noise and/ or unsanitary splashing.
Shy One: I was so uncomfortable. His mum was walking around right out side the door; so I thirroulled the toilet, and then coughed at the same time.
Thirroul by Dr Winterbourne February 16, 2009

Lapstone 

noun, A discomforted testicle that has become the victim of the recrossing of ones legs without due consideration of the seam line of over-tight trousers.
Guy 1: (concerned) What's up, dude?
Guy 2: (grimacing, eyes watering)...lapstone...
Lapstone by Dr Winterbourne February 16, 2009
noun; The first girl on the dancefloor.
Punter: This place is dead. We just need a slitch to break the ice.
Slitch by Dr Winterbourne February 16, 2009