The greatest thing to hit Suburban America since the back yard.
A (dare I say it) sport in which people throw a ball at a wall, hoping an opponet drops it so they can throw the ball to get an out. At three outs, they go to the wall and await a peg. Be sure to cover up the coin purse if you wanna have kids when it's all said and done.
For the most part, the rules are very flexible, so you can make up hundreds of different versions, like Spread the Eagle, Drumline Wallball, or even Fireball (where you soak a tennis ball w/ gasoline, light it, and play with gloves)
A (dare I say it) sport in which people throw a ball at a wall, hoping an opponet drops it so they can throw the ball to get an out. At three outs, they go to the wall and await a peg. Be sure to cover up the coin purse if you wanna have kids when it's all said and done.
For the most part, the rules are very flexible, so you can make up hundreds of different versions, like Spread the Eagle, Drumline Wallball, or even Fireball (where you soak a tennis ball w/ gasoline, light it, and play with gloves)
by Drumline December 31, 2005
The term used by southerners to describe the debauchery of speech of those from in or around New York. Referred to as "The King's English" by some liberal idiots either up there or from there.
"Jahn, get me sum watah, I can't get up, tha Yanks ah playn' tha Cahd'nals! It's tha bahttum uv tha seventh with twu ahuts and a runneh ahn thoid!"
"Dad, you're in Texas now. It's Saturday. Cut the Yank-slang crap and watch some freakn' football!"
"Dad, you're in Texas now. It's Saturday. Cut the Yank-slang crap and watch some freakn' football!"
by Drumline October 14, 2006
A treat where you take perfectly good Gummie Bears and wipe them all up the anus region as if they were toilet paper.
In order for it to work well, there should not be poop stains on any, or the camp counselors might notice. Just the fact they've been up in there is nasty enough, trust me.
In order for it to work well, there should not be poop stains on any, or the camp counselors might notice. Just the fact they've been up in there is nasty enough, trust me.
At a percussion camp, our school's drumline make a huge Ziploc bag of Grundle Bears that the college counselors snacked down. Yummy.
by drumline April 11, 2006