A disposable plastic drink cup with some water in it used by cigarette smokers as a makeshift ashtray. After a while; it becomes filled with so many used cigarette butts, the contents of it look like muddy tobacco sludge.
At Mike's party; I reached over for my beer cup. Since I was drunk, I didn't realize I was about to take a swig from the Mud Cup. Thank God someone stopped me before I chugged the whole damn thing.
by Dr. Claw March 13, 2010
When someone lays a very dense and smelly fart that lingers around the farter like some sort force field. No one dares to enter it.
I couldn't go into the bedroom because my gassy brother kept farting, leaving an impenetrable fart field that lasted for hours. No more Taco Bell for him...ever.
by Dr. Claw January 25, 2010
Mike's ex girl has been hexting him for weeks hoping he'll get some sort of incurable tumor. I'm guessing she hasn't gotten over finding him in bed with her mother.
by Dr. Claw January 25, 2009
A black market doctor; usually someone who counts showing up for one class of med school as experience, who will perform crude medical procedures for cash. It usually is someone who patches up gangsters who have been shot, does black market organ donations or back-alley abortions. His office can be usually be found in an alley or conveniently from the trunk of his car.
"I couldn't afford my next mortgage payment; and needed the cash to avoid foreclosure, so I decided to sell my left kidney and spleen. I found a street surgeon who is more than willing to remove and sell them for a good price."
by Dr. Claw January 25, 2009
The sole sperm donor to a woman wishing to get pregnant many times. The babies are conceived through artificial insemination, sometimes nicknamed the turkey baster method.
The mother of the newborn octuplets claims that her babies and the six kids she already has (14 children in all) were all conceived by the master baster, and not different men.
by Dr. Claw February 10, 2009
Cheap, ordinary marijuana; usually contains shake, stems and seeds. So crappy its almost like it's tobacco painted green.
The bag of hot ox we got last night from Fred didn't get me lifted that much; only slightly toasted.
by Dr. Claw February 15, 2007
Bumping into someone you want to avoid that ends up with them leading you into a lengthy conversation that you can't escape. It's a very subtle guilt trip. You awkwardly feel obligated to keep on listening to them, knowing well if you attempt to cut it short, you'll come off as some sort of inconsiderate asshole.
"I was just about to get on the elevator when I bumped into Gabby. I knew I've just stepped into a conversation trap. For 30 agonizing minutes she was bragging to me with her annoying voice about all her nieces' and nephews' accomplishments in grade school. GOD! I wish I had some Q-Tips so I can fucking punch them into my eardrums. At least I'd have an an excuse not to listen to her."
by Dr. Claw May 02, 2010