by Frank Booth January 10, 2005
1) REILLY: The ocean called. They're running outta shrimp.
GEORGE: Oh yeah, Reilly? Well, the jerkstore called. They're running outta you.
REILLY: What's the difference? You're their all-time best
seller!
2)GEORGE: Don't you understand? It's not about him. To have a line as perfect as "jerkstore" and to never use it. I, I couldn't live with myself.
ELAINE: See, there are no jerkstores. It..it's just a little confusing, is all.
GEORGE: It's smart. It's a smart line, and a smart crowd will appreciate it. And, I'm not gonna dumb it down for some bonehead mass audience!
GEORGE: Oh yeah, Reilly? Well, the jerkstore called. They're running outta you.
REILLY: What's the difference? You're their all-time best
seller!
2)GEORGE: Don't you understand? It's not about him. To have a line as perfect as "jerkstore" and to never use it. I, I couldn't live with myself.
ELAINE: See, there are no jerkstores. It..it's just a little confusing, is all.
GEORGE: It's smart. It's a smart line, and a smart crowd will appreciate it. And, I'm not gonna dumb it down for some bonehead mass audience!
by Frank Booth June 13, 2006
v. in a multi-player gaming environment, to cause another player's score to drop to zero, thus removing him from the game or the round.
by Frank Booth January 02, 2005
A profound expression on one's face that resembles that of a shit eat'n grin. Usually remains permanent at all times regardless of the situation. Dates back to an ancient Albanian custom to intimidate their enemies and daughter-in-laws. Has recently become a trend throughout the civilized world and has replaced breast augmentations as the number one plastic surgery procedure.
As the blackjack dealer sucked the last remaining chip from my stack, all she did was stare at me with that Becky Grin.
by Frank Booth December 21, 2004
a no longer out-dated term for the telephone system. Now that AT&T has eaten up BellSouth, Ma Bell lives again. Watch her eat up the other surviving Baby Bells. She's like that evil robot in Terminator 2, whom they chopped up into bits and the bits melted and melded.
Aaaaauuuugggghhhh! Holy Jesus, no! It's Ma Bell! She's back! The dead live! THE DEAD FUCKING LIVE!!!!!
by Frank Booth March 23, 2007
by Frank Booth April 26, 2006