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Intense obsession with the look of one's toenails. Often shown by cutting them while doing something else, often with very freaky results. Most notably observed by June Drabble on her husband Ralph.
Beatrice: Yuck! Your feet are all sweaty. Don't be such a nail timber!
Ralph: But my toenails grew too long, I had to cut them!
Beatrice: That's freaky. Jogging and cutting your toenails - that just doesn't mix right.
Ralph: (scoffing) Oh yeah, well you try it Beatrice Middleton! We'll see if you're a nail timber someday!
Beatrice: (storming off) That's it! I'm gonna go run with Morris. At least he's not a nail timber like you!!!
Ralph: But my toenails grew too long, I had to cut them!
Beatrice: That's freaky. Jogging and cutting your toenails - that just doesn't mix right.
Ralph: (scoffing) Oh yeah, well you try it Beatrice Middleton! We'll see if you're a nail timber someday!
Beatrice: (storming off) That's it! I'm gonna go run with Morris. At least he's not a nail timber like you!!!
by Dusty's Baby Powder October 23, 2010
1. A class taken by older people often at a college or senior center. It can be anything: exercise, macrome, art, and etc.
2. A class taught by a grandma. Most notably by Mrs. Opal Crankshaft who homeschools her grandson, Nelson, as a substitute teacher for her husband, Earl.
2. A class taught by a grandma. Most notably by Mrs. Opal Crankshaft who homeschools her grandson, Nelson, as a substitute teacher for her husband, Earl.
Opal: (coming into the room) Hey Nelson, are you ready for your Grandma Class?
Nelson: (with a shocked expression) What's a Grandma Class?
Opal: Well, its a class that's taught by grandmas. You'll love it, its fun!
Nelson: Where's Grandpa Earl?
Opal: He couldn't be here. He's gone to a Grandma Class of his own at the senior center. I'm his substitute. Come on, let's go get busy. This is gonna rock!!
Nelson: I think I'm going to like this class. I get to hang out with my Grandma!
Opal: Well, grandmas are the best teachers!
Nelson: (with a shocked expression) What's a Grandma Class?
Opal: Well, its a class that's taught by grandmas. You'll love it, its fun!
Nelson: Where's Grandpa Earl?
Opal: He couldn't be here. He's gone to a Grandma Class of his own at the senior center. I'm his substitute. Come on, let's go get busy. This is gonna rock!!
Nelson: I think I'm going to like this class. I get to hang out with my Grandma!
Opal: Well, grandmas are the best teachers!
by Dusty's Baby Powder January 26, 2011
A baryonyx-like dinosaur which has Ed Crankshaft's head is almost always seen in a Toledo Mudhens uniform: cleat sneakers, red cap, and all. Often works as a coach or teacher of younger dinosaurs. Kid dinosaurs look up to the Edonyx almost as if he were their grandad. When you see him don't run away because a former dinoball player is coming your way!
Edonyx: Hello, class. I'll be your dinosaur school teacher this year. I'm the Edonyx, and I eat Cream of Crankshaft.
Nelsonasaurus: Well, I'm the Nelsonasaurus, and this here is my grandma, the Opalsaurus Rex. What are we going to learn today, Mr. Edonyx?
Edonyx: I'm going to teach you how to build a bonfire. My friend, Mr. Keesterman, was kind enough to lend us some of his mailbox posts. Now, all we do is pack ferns and dry brush all around the wood or anything else that will burn. You make it high enough so that the flames will reach high into the air. Its easy to build a bonfire! I bet all the other dinosaur grandparents will like it. I brought some marshmellows for us to eat later.
Nelsonasaurus: Sweet! Would you play dinoball with us later?
Edonyx: Sure, I used to play dinoball for the Toledo Troodons. Sweet! Wounding teeth, heavy claws - a ball could never pass our jaws.
Nelsonasaurus: Good one! I'm really glad this is dinosaur school. I love it!
Edonyx: I knew you would. Hey, lets go get some warm up stretches going. This bonfire must have tuckered you out. If you're gonna play dinoball you're going to need limber claws.
O-Rex: Ok, sweeties. I'll see you on the field. I'll bring that cocoa butter and honey lotion you both like. You don't want dry scales!
Edonyx: Nice! This is going to be sweet! The heavy claw and the wounding tooth - we're Toledo Troodons and that's the truth!!!
Nelsonasaurus: Well, I'm the Nelsonasaurus, and this here is my grandma, the Opalsaurus Rex. What are we going to learn today, Mr. Edonyx?
Edonyx: I'm going to teach you how to build a bonfire. My friend, Mr. Keesterman, was kind enough to lend us some of his mailbox posts. Now, all we do is pack ferns and dry brush all around the wood or anything else that will burn. You make it high enough so that the flames will reach high into the air. Its easy to build a bonfire! I bet all the other dinosaur grandparents will like it. I brought some marshmellows for us to eat later.
Nelsonasaurus: Sweet! Would you play dinoball with us later?
Edonyx: Sure, I used to play dinoball for the Toledo Troodons. Sweet! Wounding teeth, heavy claws - a ball could never pass our jaws.
Nelsonasaurus: Good one! I'm really glad this is dinosaur school. I love it!
Edonyx: I knew you would. Hey, lets go get some warm up stretches going. This bonfire must have tuckered you out. If you're gonna play dinoball you're going to need limber claws.
O-Rex: Ok, sweeties. I'll see you on the field. I'll bring that cocoa butter and honey lotion you both like. You don't want dry scales!
Edonyx: Nice! This is going to be sweet! The heavy claw and the wounding tooth - we're Toledo Troodons and that's the truth!!!
by Dusty's Baby Powder April 4, 2011
The act of drinking hot chocolate mixed with honey. The idea behind this is that the hot cocoa plus the warm honey heats up the body. This is done by Opal Crankshaft in the winter when she's cold. And she also does it to her ex-husband, Earl.
Opal: Hey sweetie, I feel like some coco. You want to get honeybodied?
Ed: What are you talking about? I've never heard of that.
Opal: Well, it works this way: (mixing the coco with the honey) see, they're both hot and the heat warms up the body.
Ralph M.: Hey Ed, what's going on? What's that drink?
Ed: You want some? We're getting honeybodied here.
Ralph D.: Count me in, too. I'm so cold and stiff from that workout I had today. June nearly drove me crazy!
Opal: Well, here y'all. Have some of this stuff. Its guaranteed; you'll be honeybodied in no time!
Ed: What are you talking about? I've never heard of that.
Opal: Well, it works this way: (mixing the coco with the honey) see, they're both hot and the heat warms up the body.
Ralph M.: Hey Ed, what's going on? What's that drink?
Ed: You want some? We're getting honeybodied here.
Ralph D.: Count me in, too. I'm so cold and stiff from that workout I had today. June nearly drove me crazy!
Opal: Well, here y'all. Have some of this stuff. Its guaranteed; you'll be honeybodied in no time!
by Dusty's Baby Powder January 16, 2011
A feeling of what life would be like without one's wife, in this case personified by Opal Crankshaft, first used by Earl Pickles.
Earl: You know, Ed, I feel kind of Opal-Less.
Ed: What do you mean?
Earl: Well, that was my wife. Since you married her I miss her.
Ed: Well, without her I'd be Opal-Less myself.
Earl: Ed, I hope you never have to find out.
Ed: What do you mean?
Earl: Well, that was my wife. Since you married her I miss her.
Ed: Well, without her I'd be Opal-Less myself.
Earl: Ed, I hope you never have to find out.
by Dusty's Baby Powder September 15, 2010
It's a bear that patrols malls, often catching bad shoppers and putting them in mall jails. One of many mall cop animals.
Ralph: It's been a rough day. The mall grizzly out here is really crazy.
Emily: Do you think we can trap them? We need some honey.
Ralph: No, mall grizzlies don't eat honey, they eat money!!
Emily: Do you think we can trap them? We need some honey.
Ralph: No, mall grizzlies don't eat honey, they eat money!!
by Dusty's Baby Powder October 9, 2010
It's a bear that patrols malls, often catching bad shoppers and putting them in mall jails. One of many mall cop animals.
Ralph: It's been a rough day. The mall grizzly out here is really crazy.
Emily: Do you think we can trap them? We need some honey.
Ralph: No, mall grizzlies don't eat honey, they eat money!!
Emily: Do you think we can trap them? We need some honey.
Ralph: No, mall grizzlies don't eat honey, they eat money!!
by Dusty's Baby Powder October 9, 2010