Part of a schoolyard rhyme sung whenever some poor sod's underwear is exposed.
Sometimes shortened to either "I see London" or "I see France", or further shortened to the verbs "see London" or "see France".
Sometimes shortened to either "I see London" or "I see France", or further shortened to the verbs "see London" or "see France".
Kid A, upon catching a glimpse of Kid B's underwear: "I see London, I see France, I see Kid B's underpants!"
by E hates Q July 12, 2021
Get the I see Francemug. by E hates Q December 16, 2020
Get the Christmas Rushedmug. Suburbs extending out for an absurd distance from a city center. To be truly hell, these suburbs have to have absolutely no mixed use developments. Extra points if there's a sea of parking lots outside all stores.
Suburban hell is either car focused (growing because of middle-class, mostly white families seeing the city centre as "rough") or the result of high-capacity transit (i.e metro systems) going too far out of an urban centre. The latter example tends to devolve into the former.
Examples of cities that are surrounded by suburban hell:
London (It's not just an American problem)
Phoenix (A bunch of suburbs disguised as a city)
New York City (Especially in Long Island and New Jersey)
Los Angeles (Hope you like highways)
Shanghai (to an absurd degree)
These areas tend to have lots of homeowners. Said homeowners have also probably bought all the residential properties in downtown as an investment so nobody can actually live there. They also are the proud owners of large SUVs if only to compensate for something.
Suburban hell is either car focused (growing because of middle-class, mostly white families seeing the city centre as "rough") or the result of high-capacity transit (i.e metro systems) going too far out of an urban centre. The latter example tends to devolve into the former.
Examples of cities that are surrounded by suburban hell:
London (It's not just an American problem)
Phoenix (A bunch of suburbs disguised as a city)
New York City (Especially in Long Island and New Jersey)
Los Angeles (Hope you like highways)
Shanghai (to an absurd degree)
These areas tend to have lots of homeowners. Said homeowners have also probably bought all the residential properties in downtown as an investment so nobody can actually live there. They also are the proud owners of large SUVs if only to compensate for something.
Bob: Are we out of London yet?
Mike: Not even close. There's umpteen thousand miles of suburban hell to get through.
Mike: Not even close. There's umpteen thousand miles of suburban hell to get through.
by E hates Q August 23, 2021
Get the Suburban hellmug. The medical equivalent of telling your mum that a virus downloaded all the porn on the computer. A common excuse from (often older) men who come into the ER with something strange stuck up their butt. Sure, that lubed potato was definitely fell on by accident, Mr. Montgomery Imdefinitelynotinthecloset.
Bob: “I fell on it” again?
Reginald: Look, I’m being serious! I was in the shower and that-
Bob: -lubed shampoo bottle went up your rectum?
Reginald: Look, I’m being serious! I was in the shower and that-
Bob: -lubed shampoo bottle went up your rectum?
by E hates Q April 25, 2023
Get the I fell on itmug. Noun; A person into any form of heavy metal music.
Here are some types of metalheads:
Bob The Metalhead: Listens to mainstream metalcore and maybe some deathcore. Fans of more obscure genres act like he just ate their entire family.
Zack the Metalhead: Listens to black or death metal and think’s he’s the most cool and edgy person to ever exist. Yeah, those Mayhem PJs sure are threatening…
Gary the Metalhead: Listens to stuff like grunge and nu metal that went out of fashion decades ago. Doesn’t give two shits about what Zack thinks of him.
Peter the Metalhead: “I only listen to (insert obscure sub genre of an already obscure metal genre here), everything else is for posers!”
Margaret the Metalhead: Listens to metal from the 70s and early 80s religiously and thinks Black Sabbath is the best thing since sliced bread.
Carl the Metalhead: Listens to what he likes and isn’t an elitist asshair to others.
Here are some types of metalheads:
Bob The Metalhead: Listens to mainstream metalcore and maybe some deathcore. Fans of more obscure genres act like he just ate their entire family.
Zack the Metalhead: Listens to black or death metal and think’s he’s the most cool and edgy person to ever exist. Yeah, those Mayhem PJs sure are threatening…
Gary the Metalhead: Listens to stuff like grunge and nu metal that went out of fashion decades ago. Doesn’t give two shits about what Zack thinks of him.
Peter the Metalhead: “I only listen to (insert obscure sub genre of an already obscure metal genre here), everything else is for posers!”
Margaret the Metalhead: Listens to metal from the 70s and early 80s religiously and thinks Black Sabbath is the best thing since sliced bread.
Carl the Metalhead: Listens to what he likes and isn’t an elitist asshair to others.
by E hates Q January 10, 2022
Get the Metalheadmug. Neglecting to zip up your trousers.
Will get you weird looks, and an arrest if you’re going commando.
Will get you weird looks, and an arrest if you’re going commando.
Waiter: Ahem, it appears you, Mr. Yellow, are currently flying without a licence..
Mr Yellow: Oh shit! (zips up)
Mr Yellow: Oh shit! (zips up)
by E hates Q January 17, 2022
Get the Flying without a licencemug. Beyond even a lemon on the citrus scale. This is reserved for the lewdest of the lewd fanfics. The kind with fetishes not even DeviantArt would allow. Some time’s there’s barely even a plot, just nothing but the author’s oddly specific and/or gross as fuck fetish and copyrighted characters participating in them. You, a person finding such a fanfic, were either looking for it or you made the mistake of asking for context when somebody joked about the grapefruit.
If you go out and pick grapefruits, be warned that Rule 36 will be constantly proven to you the hard way.
If you go out and pick grapefruits, be warned that Rule 36 will be constantly proven to you the hard way.
Bob: Alice’s Harry Potter grapefruit is something else, man. What perverted mind wants to read about Hermione getting a Manhattan transfer from Luna?
David: A Manhattan what-now?
Bob: You don’t want to know.
David: A Manhattan what-now?
Bob: You don’t want to know.
by E hates Q March 30, 2023
Get the Grapefruitmug.