100 definitions by Joannis

“You mean that I am now labelled not only as a loony in a general sort of way but also as a klept-whatever-it-is?” “Merely to your immediate circle now resident at Brinkley Court, sir.” “You keep saying that, and you must know it's the purest apple sauce. You don't really think the Creams will maintain a tactful reserve? They'll dine out on it for years. Returning to America, they'll spread the story from the rock-bound coasts of Maine to the Everglades of Florida, with the result that when I go over there again, keen looks will be shot at me at every house I go into and spoons counted before I leave.”

I'm guesssic that if Apple carved their logo on a cow turd, Appletards would buy it by the milionssic.

MOOJ: It's not about these rusty trombone, and dirty Sanchez. It's not about rainbow showers and camel-toe slide, and your Cincinnati bowtie, your Arabian goggles or the hot Karl and pearl necklace, or pussy juice cocktails, and the jagged-head dildos, and the double-decker pussies.
ANDY: (scared) OK. I, y'know, double pussies and--
MOOJ: Shit stained balls, and cum swapping, and the hanging brain, it's not about the rattlesnake wiggle, and the alligator fuck house, donkey-punching, the teabagging—
ANDY: Mooj, just please stop.

Why do I find these Internet neologisms so interesting? Guess it's because I'm a bona-fide arachnerd, a person that spends way too much time either surfing the Web or fussing with their home page.

No way, dude! I'm the Archbishop of Banterbury! You must be confusing me with that other Steve, G8IZY, the dipshit from Croydon.

But what do I do when the third one runs at me with his bike helmet on? I got no more hands to protect my area!

The team needs to sign another arm in the offseason.