Georg Znaeym's definitions

Mr. Cooby

Mr. Cooby is the one who always gets the blame when something is discovered to be broken or missing.

Q.:
"Hey, who got into the cookie jar?"

A.:
"All I know is that Mr. Cooby was the only one here."

by Georg Znaeym May 8, 2006

cheeseburner

Any Harley-Davidson motorcycle.

Harley cheeseburners, made of tin - ride 'em out and push 'em in.

by Georg Znaeym May 11, 2006

NASCAR Facelift

"NASCAR Facelift" describes the tightly-pulled-back hair style favored by lesser-educated women in the lower socio-economic class.

If that big mama's NASCAR Facelift was any tighter, she'd have a permanent grin."

by Georg Znaeym May 6, 2006

scowlface

An unaccompanied female who, while in the presence of a male or males, assumes an angry, scowling face with the intent of discouraging any potential communication with the nearby male/males, as if they had any intent to institute such contact to begin with.

Didn't the expression on that scowlface back there make you think of a car? Myself, I was reminded of a '54 Buick.

by Georg Znaeym July 27, 2006

"All hat, no cattle"

Used to illustrate those who inappropriately wear large Western hats, usually indoors. Often said of country-and-western performers.

"All hat, no cattle" describes that country-and-western band out of Cleveland to a T.

by Georg Znaeym July 22, 2006

frowner

A woman, usually unaccompanied, who adopts a frowning, angry or worried facial expression in an effort to discourage others nearby from approaching and/or commencing any verbal or visual contact with her. Most often seen in public areas.

"That woman has been a frowner for so long that she's developed permanent anger wrinkles."

by Georg Znaeym May 28, 2006

buffeteers

Slovenly morbidly-obese humanoids who frequently visit all-you-can-stuff-down-your-gullet restaurants while wearing stretch pants that don't have any choice and caps they haven't removed in decades, either staring at strangers while loudly chewing, and/or lurching heedlessly between tables with plates heaped with yet more food while ignoring the screams from their running, flailing offspring who are dropping food everywhere.

We can sit in the far corner, honey, as the hardcore buffeteers and their rugrats seem to be concentrated near the kitchen.

by Georg Znaeym May 11, 2006