Dusty's Baby Powder's definitions
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 11, 2010
Get the Mall Grizzlymug. A form of stress suffered by all security officers, especially when they have to rush back and forth and are always forgetting things. One major symptom of Drabble's Disease is the constant going back and forth to retrieve something you forgot. The disease was named in honor of the world's greatest mall cop, Sergeant Ralph E. Drabble, Jr.
Ralph: Oh no, I've got to go to work here in a second. But I forgot my wallet. (He finds his wallet) Bye!
Rose: Bye Ralph, have a great day! (she sits down and starts reading)
Ralph: (coming back) Sorry, forgot my cell phone. Dang Drabble's Disease! Come to think of it, I forgot my lunch.
Rose: Drabble's Disease?! What in the world is that?
Ralph: Its what happens when mall cops get stressed. We forget everything. Its terrible! We have to do jumping jacks just to calm down.
Rose: Have you tried other forms of therapy?
Ralph: (he punches the air with anger) Yes, but I don't know what else helps. Darn mall cops! We don't know what to do when this hits.
Rose: Try massage or walking back and forth making healing noises. That's what always works for me! The more stressed you are, the harder it is.
Ralph: OK, maybe massage and Qigong would help. You sure know what you're talking about.
Rose: Sure, I've studied this stuff for years. Its not easy! But you've got to eaaaaaase away that Drabble's Disease.
Rose: Bye Ralph, have a great day! (she sits down and starts reading)
Ralph: (coming back) Sorry, forgot my cell phone. Dang Drabble's Disease! Come to think of it, I forgot my lunch.
Rose: Drabble's Disease?! What in the world is that?
Ralph: Its what happens when mall cops get stressed. We forget everything. Its terrible! We have to do jumping jacks just to calm down.
Rose: Have you tried other forms of therapy?
Ralph: (he punches the air with anger) Yes, but I don't know what else helps. Darn mall cops! We don't know what to do when this hits.
Rose: Try massage or walking back and forth making healing noises. That's what always works for me! The more stressed you are, the harder it is.
Ralph: OK, maybe massage and Qigong would help. You sure know what you're talking about.
Rose: Sure, I've studied this stuff for years. Its not easy! But you've got to eaaaaaase away that Drabble's Disease.
by Dusty's Baby Powder September 16, 2011
Get the Drabble's Diseasemug. A sports term used when the coach is related to a sponsor of the team. Can also be other sports, i.e. baseball-in-law, football-in-law, and many more. The most famous Soccer-in-Law is Midge Middleton whose mother-in-law, Beatrice, sometimes coaches soccer. If you want sports action that is truly raw cheer for your favorite Soccer-in-Law!
Beatrice: Oh no, another soccer game! We need some serious stuff here.
Midge: I know, I'm a Soccer-in-Law! The kids need ice cream and things like that.
Beatrice: Okay, why don't you take me by the clubhouse at 9:00 and pick up the soccer things and then run by Coach K's and get some Coach K Chicken. I have to be at the field at 10:00 for pre-game stretches. And then we can go back at 11:00 for ice cream.
Midge: Sure! but all that would be rough on me. I'll probably need some of those warm up stretches myself. (She starts stretching herself)
Beatrice: There you go! That's what we're talking about. A little pre-game workout never hurts. You may be my daughter-in-law, but you're also a Soccer-in-Law. I'll see you later. (she blows the coach's whistle) Hey kids, move it!
Midge: (walks off the field) My mother-in-law's a great coach. And I'm the best Soccer-in-Law there is! Soccer-in-Laws are sweet@
Midge: I know, I'm a Soccer-in-Law! The kids need ice cream and things like that.
Beatrice: Okay, why don't you take me by the clubhouse at 9:00 and pick up the soccer things and then run by Coach K's and get some Coach K Chicken. I have to be at the field at 10:00 for pre-game stretches. And then we can go back at 11:00 for ice cream.
Midge: Sure! but all that would be rough on me. I'll probably need some of those warm up stretches myself. (She starts stretching herself)
Beatrice: There you go! That's what we're talking about. A little pre-game workout never hurts. You may be my daughter-in-law, but you're also a Soccer-in-Law. I'll see you later. (she blows the coach's whistle) Hey kids, move it!
Midge: (walks off the field) My mother-in-law's a great coach. And I'm the best Soccer-in-Law there is! Soccer-in-Laws are sweet@
by Dusty's Baby Powder December 27, 2011
Get the Soccer-in-Lawmug. 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
Get the Grandma Classmug. A crazy funky dance created by Amos Halftrack. Was first done on April 10, 2011. In order to prepare for this dance, punch or some other liquid must be spilled on the ground so as to make the other person slip in it. Thus creating the image of dancing although it is not. It often ends with the person slamming down onto their bottom with a loud WHOMP sound.
Papa Amos: Hey, wanna dance? There's 'Why Don't We Just Dance' is playing.
Marty: Well, of course. We're gonna have to do the Halftrack Slip here. I'll go get that punch bowl and dump it on the ground. (she takes the punch bowl and pours it on the floor)
Papa Amos: Well, here goes nothing. (He slips and crashes into Sergeant Snorkel who starts laughing at him)
Orville: What is this? This dance looks fun!
Papa Amos: Its the Halftrack Slip. Its the latest craze here at Camp Swampy. Why don't you try it? (he hands Sgt. Snorkel a cup of punch which Sgt. Snorkel pours on the floor)
Stainy: Sweet heavenly angels! This dance is going to slip us all the way back to heaven!
Marty: You're right! We'll be slipping our way through this old swamp until we called up to the Pearly Gates. (she starts rotfl)
Papa Amos: This is more than the Halftrack Slip. Its also the Camp Swampy Stomp!
Marty: Well, of course. We're gonna have to do the Halftrack Slip here. I'll go get that punch bowl and dump it on the ground. (she takes the punch bowl and pours it on the floor)
Papa Amos: Well, here goes nothing. (He slips and crashes into Sergeant Snorkel who starts laughing at him)
Orville: What is this? This dance looks fun!
Papa Amos: Its the Halftrack Slip. Its the latest craze here at Camp Swampy. Why don't you try it? (he hands Sgt. Snorkel a cup of punch which Sgt. Snorkel pours on the floor)
Stainy: Sweet heavenly angels! This dance is going to slip us all the way back to heaven!
Marty: You're right! We'll be slipping our way through this old swamp until we called up to the Pearly Gates. (she starts rotfl)
Papa Amos: This is more than the Halftrack Slip. Its also the Camp Swampy Stomp!
by Dusty's Baby Powder April 28, 2011
Get the Halftrack Slipmug. A ritual done by all husbands in the morning. Especially if their wives have just walked in. Often seen as staring into a mirror with the intent of looking at one's chest, flexing the pecs in the process.
Ralph: (staring at himself) Ready, begin. One, two, one, two....
June: What the heck are you doing? I've never seen you do that.
Ralph: Calm down, honeybunches, it's just a pec-check.
June: I gotta admit, you do love showing off that mall cop body of yours.
June: What the heck are you doing? I've never seen you do that.
Ralph: Calm down, honeybunches, it's just a pec-check.
June: I gotta admit, you do love showing off that mall cop body of yours.
by Dusty's Baby Powder December 25, 2010
Get the Pec-Checkmug. The condition of Ed Crankshaft of trying to feed his cat, Pickles. Except Pickles sometimes does not want to be fed. This is also known as 'airplane spoon' due to Ed using the old 'airplane-into-the-hangar' trick on Pickles.
Elmer: Edward, what the heck are you doing?
Ed: I'm trying to feed the cat, but he won't eat. He's just being Crankcatted.
Roger: I've never heard of a cat being fed with a spoon!
Ed: It worked on my daughters, why can't it work for my cat?!
Pickles: (angry) Meow! I'm not having this, Ed, quit doing it!
Ed: I'm trying to feed the cat, but he won't eat. He's just being Crankcatted.
Roger: I've never heard of a cat being fed with a spoon!
Ed: It worked on my daughters, why can't it work for my cat?!
Pickles: (angry) Meow! I'm not having this, Ed, quit doing it!
by Dusty's Baby Powder January 6, 2011
Get the Crankcattedmug.