The erratic and fan frenzied behavior that ensues when McDonalds graciously brings back the McRib to the masses. Like a gift from God, this delectable delight brings both joy and utter chaos by its presence alone; turning man against his brethren.
Whilst gallivanting around with Laney, Jason saw something that both troubled and overwhelmed him with an unreserved, and seemingly familiar infatuation. Like a shining beacon of truth, the billboard’s words touched him like no poet could ever hope to - “The McRib is back!” The golden arches of glory, once a mere glimmer on the horizon, awoke something inside him he knew to be incorruptible - McRibmania. As if mandated from the heavens, he traversed four lanes of traffic (nearly striking several elderly pedestrians and one small child), keeping steadfast to that ghostly jewel that captivated and enamored his very essence.
“What the HELL are you doing” screamed Laney, her high-pitched voiced piercing his ears like a verbal blade. Like a tidal wave of emotions, his mind was flooded with feelings of intense fury and remorse.
Jason knew he had faltered, that he made a mistake - a mistake that he needed to rectify forthwith. With one swift motion, as if rehearsed or committed to memory, Jason reached across the passenger seat, threw open the door and kicked the unwelcome transient to the curb. Left in tears and questions, Laney watched her former suitor squeal out of that familiar parking lot. With a sigh of relief and treasure in hand (and partially in mouth), he drove into that uncharted expanse - never questioning his judgment and never looking back.
“What the HELL are you doing” screamed Laney, her high-pitched voiced piercing his ears like a verbal blade. Like a tidal wave of emotions, his mind was flooded with feelings of intense fury and remorse.
Jason knew he had faltered, that he made a mistake - a mistake that he needed to rectify forthwith. With one swift motion, as if rehearsed or committed to memory, Jason reached across the passenger seat, threw open the door and kicked the unwelcome transient to the curb. Left in tears and questions, Laney watched her former suitor squeal out of that familiar parking lot. With a sigh of relief and treasure in hand (and partially in mouth), he drove into that uncharted expanse - never questioning his judgment and never looking back.
by JDMGio November 02, 2010
Get the McRibmania mug.A group of musically talentless "artists" that all wear bandannas regardless of whether they are practicing, sitting around tell everyone how great their music is and how they are way ahead of their time, or in the less likely of instances, actually playing a gig.
Dude, did you check out that group last night?
You mean the band-danna? Yeah, I guess they were pretty good, especially if you like Jersey Shore.
You mean the band-danna? Yeah, I guess they were pretty good, especially if you like Jersey Shore.
by JDMGio January 16, 2010
Get the band-danna mug.A snoregasm commences when one slowly begins to snore. Gradually the snoring increases in both loudness and inflection until said snorer reaches the climactic audibility at which point he or she abruptly stops snoring. At this point the snoregasm has been achieved. Post snoregasm, one may or may not disenthrall a sigh of relief.
Whilst watching the football game at Steve's house, Corpulent Carl maliciously consumed nearly all 24 PBRs he had brought with him. Not even reaching the final quarter of the game, Carl abruptly became inexorably comatose in Steve's recliner at which point he began to snore. The snoring became exponentially louder and louder with every breath that was taken until those violent flood gates opened and snoregasm was achieved. With a sigh of relief and satifaction, Carl rolled to his side releasing a fowl, sulfuric fart. Steve, being a sober witness to the events, was never the same. The image of Corpulent Carl's daunting smile post snoregasm forever haunts his dreams.
by JDMGio December 23, 2009
Get the snoregasm mug.Much like a broseph, a brobarian is equal to that of a bro, dude, man, etc. with the defining characteristics of being a rather large individual, usually quite muscular and strong, and being the friend that typically starts/finishes fights.
Jason: Dude, I wouldn't mess with Patrick if I were you, he's a fucking brobarian of mine.
Andy: Yeah, and what if I do mess with him?
PATRICK: I WILL FUCKING CRUSH YOUR FACE AND BEAT YOU WITH MY 5 IRON.
Andy: Yeah, and what if I do mess with him?
PATRICK: I WILL FUCKING CRUSH YOUR FACE AND BEAT YOU WITH MY 5 IRON.
by JDMGio February 10, 2010
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Once a bill has been converted into a Boner Buck, it can and should only be used in transactions involving strippers and/or ladies of the street (prostitutes). Any other use of said bill is vehemently frowned upon.
Once a bill has been converted into a Boner Buck, it can and should only be used in transactions involving strippers and/or ladies of the street (prostitutes). Any other use of said bill is vehemently frowned upon.
Boys get your Boner Bucks ready, we are hitting up Mons Venus tonight! On a side note - you better bring an arsenal of Boner Bucks if you want a Rusty Tromblumpkin.
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One must be wary when consorting with brewbarians, for they will unscrupulously pillage and plunder any women, provisions, riches and ale that come within their reach. By nature, they are devoid of logic and reason.
One must be wary when consorting with brewbarians, for they will unscrupulously pillage and plunder any women, provisions, riches and ale that come within their reach. By nature, they are devoid of logic and reason.
You should have seen Patrick this weekend; he went into total brewbarian mode. Not only did he drink his weight in delicious craft beer, but he successfully fought three ne'er-do-wells and wooed their lady folk accordingly.
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