Skip to main content

Definitions by George Washington Christ

whisky-a-go-go 

a nightclub in hollywood where The Doors played there first show. such bands as the stooges, reel big fish, and maroon 5 have also graced the stage
my dad saw the stooges at the whisky-a-go-go in the seventies

Boxcar Racer 

1. a crappy blink 182 spin-off band.
2. one who, especcially during the great depression, jumped into a moving boxcar on a passing freight-train and road it for days. see also vagrant, vagabond, wanderer, tramp, not to be confused with bum, hobo, or derelict as these people tend to remain in one area
boxcar racer sucks almost as bad as blink 182

hooverville 

during the great depression, a small cardboard village on the outskirts of a town, near the railroad tracks, where those who lost money would wait for a train to pass, then hop a boxcar and ride it out west to find a new life. hoovervilles were most common in states like Illinois and Michigan, industrial areas where unemployement was at its worst. they were so named because herbert hoover was president during the stock market crash and is widely blamed for it.
the police officers busted up the hooverville the day after billy hopped a train.

when in rome 

A phrase uttered when you do something because everybody around you is doing it. shortened version of "when in Rome, do as the Romans do"

also a new wave band from the eighties, their big hit was "the promise" which can be heard in Napoleon Dynamite
I feel like something with synthesizers, pop in that When in Rome cd

gene rayburn

The original host of the once popular game-show "Match Game"
the microphone Gene Rayburn uses is all skinny and weird
just a fancy way of juxtaposing two words, letters, or syllables that already belong together
gluteus to the maximus = gluteus maximus

t to the i to the double grr = tigger

meredith to the mitchell = fugly to the slut
to the by George Washington Christ December 22, 2004

flamethrower love 

a nuclear explosion breathing down your back, when it feels like you're brain is burning, so much so that you no longer care about littering, or whether you live or die., but only about singing
well I don't care about litter
and i don't care if i die
(well all I care about's singin)
I got a flamethrower love!
honey can't ya see?