Someone (typically otherwise single) having extramarital sex with an (often older) partner. Honey is a euphemism for sex and the honey runner often has to run out the back door to escape the spouse. Also using "runner" in the sense of trafficking in something illegal or illicit.
Young Joe is seeing Yolanda behind the back of her husband Terry. I could have told you Joe has always been Yolanda's honey runner.
by Fearman August 01, 2007
Just because you've got nigyrophobia, doesn't mean the CIA aren't operating McDonalds as a front for the Rosicrucians.
by Fearman October 15, 2007
Somebody who considers themself so tied to someone else that they are only there to do the other's bidding. A slave. By analogy with an actual third arm, with which the owner of the arm could hope to do so much more, but which has no independent life of its own.
Mary is trying to treat Jimmy like her third arm again. She won't even let him go out for a night with the lads.
by Fearman March 28, 2008
To play the banjo with someone; to try to make friends with someone who isn't going to be friends or who keeps dodgy company, typically rough, bigoted or violent. From the banjo duet in John Boorman's "Deliverance".
Although they had been making funny noises at me across the square, I just had to play the banjo with those guys. I regretted it within the week.
by Fearman August 06, 2007
1) When beauty, complexity, philosophy, genius and sensuality all have a gang bang together, this misbegotten but wondrous creation ensues.
2) What Jack Nicholson makes until someone dies.
3) Something that turns up in eXistenZ, when Willem Dafoe mentions a video games called ArtGod, as in "ThouArtGod".
2) What Jack Nicholson makes until someone dies.
3) Something that turns up in eXistenZ, when Willem Dafoe mentions a video games called ArtGod, as in "ThouArtGod".
by Fearman August 25, 2007
The gene responsible for making some people believe that anything from homosexuality to kleptomania can be tied to a single gene.
He says he's found a gay gene, an anti-social gene, a literary gene and a deep-sea exploration-promoting gene. I guess his psychic-recursive gene is working overtime.
by Fearman December 15, 2007
I'm in love (yippee!!!) and I hate psychiatrists (fucking nut jobs, all of them, ALL OF THEM), who are out to control the world (trembles for a few moments) and drop hydrogen bombs on everybody (BIG ones, yeahhh). Hey, have you seen my girlfriend? (BOINNNGGG!!) I'm wild! You're cool, too! (Pulls hair out, laughs.) No, seriously? Oh. (Grows sullen.) Oh. (Grows REALLY sullen.) Oh. Why would you want to do that to me? No, seriously, why would you want to do that to me? Why? Why? Why would you want to do that to me? (Jumps up on couch, pulls dramatic stance, couch falls backward, he crawls up to kneel on the front of the seat.) They've hated me ever since I played a veteran of the Great Galactic War between the Thetans and the Engrammatised Ones. (Goes boggle-eyed, cackles, shrieks ...,) We're all going to be bigger than Oprah! (YAY!) And it makes me sick, you know that? Why isn't everyone looking at me RIGHT NOW? And you know what? I'm NOT GAY!!! Mimi! Ha! Nicole! Ha! Penelope! Ha! Katie, aww, KATIIEEE!!! Ha-haaaaaaaaaaaa! Here, I can lick my own balls, seriously. Just watch me ... (Licks own balls, audience stampede out of the auditorium.)
by Fearman April 16, 2008