The Social Network Status Tease (SNST) is a ditzy bitch who can do no more than post “cute” little sexual comments and jokes on their MySpace and/or Facebook page, with the hopes that they will get a long thread of “cute” little sexual responses from guys (most likely Shirtless Profile Asshole, Mustang Asshole, or Crotch Rocket Asshole).
SNST’s only creativity in life is the ability to use common, everyday terms in some kind of sexual reference. SNST also LOVES to post pics which emphasize their boobs. Their face may be a wreck, but their cans have GOT to be the attention of the photo. SNST will post from their home, school, work, the store, or anywhere else in order to satisfy their piss-poor self-esteem.
Nobody with any moral character at all wants to see the posts from SNST. They are predictable and oh-so-common. SNST often announces the bar at which they are going that evening, with the hopes that local male assholes will also go to that same bar. This makes for an entire evening of free drinks, and ego-boosting flirting for SNST.
SNST’s only creativity in life is the ability to use common, everyday terms in some kind of sexual reference. SNST also LOVES to post pics which emphasize their boobs. Their face may be a wreck, but their cans have GOT to be the attention of the photo. SNST will post from their home, school, work, the store, or anywhere else in order to satisfy their piss-poor self-esteem.
Nobody with any moral character at all wants to see the posts from SNST. They are predictable and oh-so-common. SNST often announces the bar at which they are going that evening, with the hopes that local male assholes will also go to that same bar. This makes for an entire evening of free drinks, and ego-boosting flirting for SNST.
Social Network Status Tease won't have very many ways to attract attention when time takes its toll on their face and body. Luckily, loser "social network guy" doesn't care that the face in SNST's profile doesn't really match the face in person. For the time being, however...its free drinks and filrting fo SNST !!!!
by mad genius December 08, 2010

Shirtless Profile Asshole believes that they are God’s gift to social networking. In reality, they have nothing to offer, so Shirtless Profile Asshole snaps a photo (often fuzzy or dimly lit) and uses this as their MySpace and / or Facebook (or other predatory website) profile picture.
More often than not (although not necessarily a requirement for the definition), Shirtless Profile Asshole leaves their ugly face out of the image, which can only work to their advantage. Shirtless Profile Asshole usually sports some form of boring tribal arm band or barb wire tattoo. This is due to Shirtless Profile Asshole’s complete lack of originality in every aspect of their life.
Shirtless Profile Asshole most likely owns a crotch rocket or a Mustang (see Crotch Rocket Asshole and/or Mustang Asshole), which makes for the brain-wrenching choice of which stupid photo to use for their profile…their lame ride, or their zit-filled bare chest?
More often than not (although not necessarily a requirement for the definition), Shirtless Profile Asshole leaves their ugly face out of the image, which can only work to their advantage. Shirtless Profile Asshole usually sports some form of boring tribal arm band or barb wire tattoo. This is due to Shirtless Profile Asshole’s complete lack of originality in every aspect of their life.
Shirtless Profile Asshole most likely owns a crotch rocket or a Mustang (see Crotch Rocket Asshole and/or Mustang Asshole), which makes for the brain-wrenching choice of which stupid photo to use for their profile…their lame ride, or their zit-filled bare chest?
When Sid discovered that his personsality and character wasnt able to get him far in the dating scene, he morphed into Shirtless Profile Asshole and the number of girls on his "friends" list skyrocketed. Too bad the fake-ass girls on his list accept anybody who send them an invite, just to boost their own egos with the false hopes that they themselves may have something to offer. They really could care less about the zits or ugly tattoos that he sports.
by mad genius December 08, 2010

You enter the Bank Drive-Thru Lottery when you pull up to the drive-thru at the bank, and all the lanes are filled. You have to make the very important decision to choose which lane will get you through faster. Often times, people will sit back several car lengths from the drive thru lanes, waiting for a lane to move. These people need to grow some balls and make a decision to enter the Bank Drive-thru Lottery. The most risk involved with the Bank Drive-thru Lottery is getting stuck behind Bank Drive-thru Asshole.
Lost the Bank Drive-thru Lottery this morning. Got caught behind Bank Drive-thru Asshole, and made it thru an entire CD of songs before my turn in line came up. I also managed to get lung cancer from breathing in Bank Drive-thru Asshole's oil-burning fumes.
by mad genius December 08, 2010

To urinate on a fan of the opposite team. Taken from the horrific example a few years ago when a group of Oakland Raider fans beat up a Dolphins fan in the bathroom, then proceeded to urinate on him. Typical neanderthal Raider fan behavior.
The Raiders haven't won a meaningful game in years, which results in the fans having to dolphinize opposing fans to gain any satisfaction in life.
by mad genius October 27, 2010

Refinery Asshole is the guy that passes you on the interstate in his “dually pick ‘em up truck” doing 90 mph, because he’s on his way to his refinery job. Refinery Asshole drives like a jerk because Refinery Asshole also believes he is a NASCAR driver. Refinery Asshole believes that the refinery is incapable of operating without him. Refinery Asshole reeks of cigarettes, coffee, and refinery stink, and spends his entire day with his filthy, stinking books kicked up on his desk, bitching about how rotten his home life is, and how great he was back in high school football. Refinery Asshole’s “great-grandaddy”, “granddaddy”, and “daddy”, worked at the same refinery, and guess what ? Refinery Asshole’s son will also work there someday, carrying on the rich tradition. Refinery Asshole hopes that someday, his daughter will marry another Refinery Asshole. Refinery Asshole also believes that greasy, stinking Nomex suits qualify as “Sunday’s Best” in clothing.
Refinery Asshole passed me up this morning on my way to work. It was unbelievable...I could smell tobacco, coffee, and petroleum as he went by doing 90, cutting me off only a few cars lenghts from his exit.
by mad genius December 05, 2010
