The Cooker: "damn pizzamaker's kid is huge..."
Pete Dick: "yeah, he is the baby from brussels."
The Cooker: "humm, your right."
Pete Dick: "shut up and Irish yourself."
TP: "what are you guys talking about?"
Pete Dick: "yeah, he is the baby from brussels."
The Cooker: "humm, your right."
Pete Dick: "shut up and Irish yourself."
TP: "what are you guys talking about?"
by Pete Dick March 21, 2008
Get the baby from brusselsmug. Papi: "What are you doing tonight?"
Pete Dick: "The usual, jacking for beats and enjoying a couple libations."
Papi: "I am in, where at?"
Pete Dick: "The Kirk Hotel!"
Pete Dick: "The usual, jacking for beats and enjoying a couple libations."
Papi: "I am in, where at?"
Pete Dick: "The Kirk Hotel!"
by Pete Dick March 12, 2008
Get the libationsmug. Pizzamaker: "I am a ninja!"
Pete Dick: "Whatever..."
Pizzamaker (whacking Pete in the thigh): "Take that then!"
Pete Dick: "What the hell fuck face, you just gave me a chucky pony."
Pete Dick: "Whatever..."
Pizzamaker (whacking Pete in the thigh): "Take that then!"
Pete Dick: "What the hell fuck face, you just gave me a chucky pony."
by Pete Dick March 12, 2008
Get the chucky ponymug. a person who inherits from wealthy parents, especially when the child is underserving is said to be the winner of this lottery.
The Cooker: "damn, there is those ass holes I hate."
Pete Dick: "which ones?"
The Cooker: "the fucks with the popped collars, you know, those dicks drinking wine at a sports bar."
Pete Dick: "oh yes, the winners of the sperm lottery, don't worry, I have Oak making repairs to their cars right now."
The Cooker: "I guess I should just focus on jacking for beats."
Pete Dick: "and Irish yourself."
TP (returning from playing gay games): "What are you guys talking about?"
The Cooker: "Shut up and Irish yourself"
Pete Dick: "which ones?"
The Cooker: "the fucks with the popped collars, you know, those dicks drinking wine at a sports bar."
Pete Dick: "oh yes, the winners of the sperm lottery, don't worry, I have Oak making repairs to their cars right now."
The Cooker: "I guess I should just focus on jacking for beats."
Pete Dick: "and Irish yourself."
TP (returning from playing gay games): "What are you guys talking about?"
The Cooker: "Shut up and Irish yourself"
by Pete Dick March 21, 2008
Get the sperm lotterymug. to agree with one of your running buddies with out appearing to be overly eager; usually used to end a coversation.
by Pete Dick February 16, 2008
Get the Alright thenmug. Also Known As a PhD, a Pumkin Head Deluxe is an extreme beatdown of the head in particular in return a violation against your social group. The Pumkin Head Delux is used to keep disipline within the ranks.
Pete: "Did you hear what Freddie did to my sister?"
Jeff: "No, what did that ass hole do now?"
Pete: "He was suppossed to pick her up from the bar and drop her off at her house when she was all drunk. Instead he took her back to his house and fucked her while she was passed out."
Jeff: "Dude, that is fucked up, you need to give him a some education, maybe a PhD."
Pete: "You mean a Pumkin Head Deluxe? Damn, lets take a baseball bat to his mug."
Jeff: "Word..."
Jeff: "No, what did that ass hole do now?"
Pete: "He was suppossed to pick her up from the bar and drop her off at her house when she was all drunk. Instead he took her back to his house and fucked her while she was passed out."
Jeff: "Dude, that is fucked up, you need to give him a some education, maybe a PhD."
Pete: "You mean a Pumkin Head Deluxe? Damn, lets take a baseball bat to his mug."
Jeff: "Word..."
by Pete Dick January 12, 2008
Get the Pumkin Head Deluxemug. a fake road that does not really exist, used to give someone directions when you just want them off your back or want to confuse them.
The Cooker: "Dude, Uncle Freddie wants to come jacking for beats"
Pete Dick: "Does he know we are going to the Kirk Hotel?"
The Cooker: "No."
Pete Dick: "Good, just tell him we are going to the Beats Street Tavern and that it is on Jones Road and to meet us there."
The Cooker: "Wouldn't it be on Beats Street though?"
Pete Dick: "Don't worry about it, he is too stupid to figure it out."
Pete Dick: "Does he know we are going to the Kirk Hotel?"
The Cooker: "No."
Pete Dick: "Good, just tell him we are going to the Beats Street Tavern and that it is on Jones Road and to meet us there."
The Cooker: "Wouldn't it be on Beats Street though?"
Pete Dick: "Don't worry about it, he is too stupid to figure it out."
by Pete Dick March 18, 2008
Get the Jones Roadmug.