by Herr Doktor Grauwolf January 01, 2009
A toy top invented by Moses for young boys to have something else to play with while healing from their bris milah.
Momma, give Bernie
his dradle already! Such a screaming
whakkenweiner! So, you want him suffering ODD*, too?
his dradle already! Such a screaming
whakkenweiner! So, you want him suffering ODD*, too?
by Herr Doktor Grauwolf December 15, 2008
a question to which the literal answer is, "between the 'is' and the 'at'." Sometimes, albeit rarely, the proper answer depends upon what the meaning of the word 'it' is. Considered obfuscating by some posing the defined expression.
Prosecutor: "Where's it at?" (meaning the missing 10 million dollars in question)
Indicted guy: "Between the 'is' and the 'at'."
Prosecutor: "Isn't that not an incomplete sentence and rather literal and evasive?"
Indicted guy: "Oh, you're good! Touché! Next question."
Indicted guy: "Between the 'is' and the 'at'."
Prosecutor: "Isn't that not an incomplete sentence and rather literal and evasive?"
Indicted guy: "Oh, you're good! Touché! Next question."
by Herr Doktor Grauwolf January 24, 2009
when a trusted banking institution is forced to file for bankruptcy protection as a direct result of its unethical or illegal financial practices and gross mismanagement of its shareholders funds
Angry guy: Dude! I just heard on the news that our bank is filing for bankruptcy!
Really angry guy's friend: Hey, call it what it really is! It's 'bankcorruptcy'! 'Nemo Me Impune Lacesset', bro!!! What say we organize us a good old Tea Party and storm their corporate headquarters?
Really angry guy's friend: Hey, call it what it really is! It's 'bankcorruptcy'! 'Nemo Me Impune Lacesset', bro!!! What say we organize us a good old Tea Party and storm their corporate headquarters?
by Herr Doktor Grauwolf August 27, 2009
ersatz rockabilly music; an affectation of rockabilly relying upon an exaggerated, overly repetitive "hiccup" combined with slick, often overdubbed recording techniques lacking the verve or raw, energetic talent and drive of the original rockform
DJ: Hey Dude, Bobby Vee's "Rubber Ball" was total mockabilly! Its even had symphonic backup and Jersey chicks singing "bouncy, bouncy"!
Dude: Whaa? Violins? Not fiddles? Northern chicks? Uncool, daddio!
Dude: Whaa? Violins? Not fiddles? Northern chicks? Uncool, daddio!
by Herr Doktor Grauwolf January 16, 2009
an individual, typically male, who incessantly second guesses the outcome of military battles recreated on television. Often addicted to the History Channel, has never served in the armed services, but is an active member of the NRA, an avid gun collector, yet doesn't hunt. Can be somewhat oblivious to spousal interests or needs.
Armchair mercenary: "Bla, bla, bla, then you know honey, if Brigadier General Warren's scouts hadn't found Little Round Top undefended, then Colonel Vincent wouldn't have led his brigade up the hill and set up a picket line. If General Lee's troops had just arrived there, say, just 10 minutes earlier, 20 tops, the Battle of Gettysburg would have been a Confederate victory! The rest would be history! Hey, grab me another beer, would ya?"
Wife: "You are sooo smart, snookums! You're my favorite armchair mercenary! Get your own beer, but just one! Remember? I've got to go, uh..... go and visit my sick friend again."
Armchair mercenary: "Hey, what if the Rebel snipers had had Barrett 50s with match ammo? Where'd I put the remote?
Wife: "You are sooo smart, snookums! You're my favorite armchair mercenary! Get your own beer, but just one! Remember? I've got to go, uh..... go and visit my sick friend again."
Armchair mercenary: "Hey, what if the Rebel snipers had had Barrett 50s with match ammo? Where'd I put the remote?
by Herr Doktor Grauwolf January 25, 2009
the socially deviant act of fornication with multiple farm animals. Considered by some, an irredeemable sin as it transcends common bestiality.
Bernie: "Forgive me Father for I have sinned. Since my last confession, I have engaged in flocculation with three sheep, big time. But only once."
Padre: "My son, for you, you sick little bastard, there can be no salvation!"
Padre: "My son, for you, you sick little bastard, there can be no salvation!"
by Herr Doktor Grauwolf January 19, 2009