An animal whose name is often invoked for poetic reasons. It inspires a mental panorama of the American southwest. It is so moony, so snapshotty, so horse-manes-on-the-mesa!
The American Spotted Jackelope, much like the Serpent of Eden, often makes prey aware of its own nudity before eating it.
by Nude Fontanelle February 08, 2009
This nosh is produced by T.G.I. Friday's and includes very few ingredients found in nature. Under optimal conditions, the flavor is intended to be the chemical approximation of cheese.
The bouquet of T.G.I. Friday's Mozzarella Snack Sticks is complicated by a secret catalyst: previously-shed uterine lining.
by Nude Fontanelle August 14, 2009
Mike Jeffries is a crazed anthropomorphic stack of kindling and hymen flesh and who bought into his own hype machine!
by Nude Fontanelle February 06, 2009
A seafood restaurant that loses its magic the further you move inland. As you move toward the geographic center of the continental United States, you will be prompted by a sign on the side of a dubious brick compound to 'bang on window with spoon for service.'
Once the eurasian bandit working the window has taken your order, he'll either emerge with a bag full of mercury poisoning or a fistful of barbiturates, depending on what keywords or phrases you may have unwittingly uttered.
Once the eurasian bandit working the window has taken your order, he'll either emerge with a bag full of mercury poisoning or a fistful of barbiturates, depending on what keywords or phrases you may have unwittingly uttered.
I went to Flipperz and hardly even felt the induced sense of impending doom that comes with eating tainted flesh! It barely tasted like oil spill at all!
by Nude Fontanelle August 14, 2009
To shamble into the gray frontier at the end of life. Many people grow old and long to take that gentle exodus. They have become their own curator and no longer want the obligation of life.
If you don't feel this way, you can take prophylactic steps by consulting your nearest shaman. The most reliable of these live in baobab trees.
Note: I grow old, I grow old. I will wear the bottoms of my trousers rolled.
If you don't feel this way, you can take prophylactic steps by consulting your nearest shaman. The most reliable of these live in baobab trees.
Note: I grow old, I grow old. I will wear the bottoms of my trousers rolled.
I want to die on a balcony overlooking a beach. I will be pushed out in a wheelchair, my head slowly bobbing to a halt. My hair will be cutting the wind, falling like a Chinese kite without air.
by Nude Fontanelle February 06, 2009
by Nude Fontanelle February 05, 2009
a thug's understanding of a school bus
by Nude Fontanelle February 05, 2009