The word that an incredibly clever person says exactly three times before and after proving somebody wrong for their apparently poor level of intellect or understanding of the English language.
Ohomph. Ohomph. Ohomph. I can't believe you thought a Rhombicosidodecahedron had 31 perpendicular sides whereas infact the only shape in the third dimension with 31 perpendicular sides is a Pseudorhombicuboctahedron! Ohomph. Ohomph. Ohomph.
by Peter Adams January 06, 2004
Trevor: What ya doing?
Hamish: I'm setting my alarm clock.
Trevor: What the fuck for?
Hamish: What do you mean what for? To get me up in the morning!
Trevor: Well, you're not going to work...you're not going on holiday...and you don't even bother to soap yer seal in the morning...so what have you got to get up for?
Hamish: I am a creature of habit.
Trevor: You don't even have a lie in on Sundays.
Hamish: Oh so I should be like you should I? Rotting like a corpse in bed until lunchtime every day, wallowing in my own spangle!
Trevor: Lovely! You should try it sometime!
Hamish: One morning you became so firmly glued to your encrusted blanket that you had to drag it around with you til tea-time like an albatross!
- Pets (www.petscomedy.co.uk)
Hamish: I'm setting my alarm clock.
Trevor: What the fuck for?
Hamish: What do you mean what for? To get me up in the morning!
Trevor: Well, you're not going to work...you're not going on holiday...and you don't even bother to soap yer seal in the morning...so what have you got to get up for?
Hamish: I am a creature of habit.
Trevor: You don't even have a lie in on Sundays.
Hamish: Oh so I should be like you should I? Rotting like a corpse in bed until lunchtime every day, wallowing in my own spangle!
Trevor: Lovely! You should try it sometime!
Hamish: One morning you became so firmly glued to your encrusted blanket that you had to drag it around with you til tea-time like an albatross!
- Pets (www.petscomedy.co.uk)
by Peter Adams January 06, 2004
The way you say "cheese" in Hungarian. Only it's spelled "sajt" cos in Hungarian "s" is "sh" and "j" is "y".
So you can say shite as much as you like, claiming it's just hungarian for cheese!
So you can say shite as much as you like, claiming it's just hungarian for cheese!
You: "Pass me some of that shite on toast"
Other person: "What did you say??"
You: "It means cheese in hungarian!"
Other person: "What did you say??"
You: "It means cheese in hungarian!"
by Peter Adams January 07, 2004
These strange species can seem perfectly harmless until they are placed in their natural habitat. If there is a silverbacked charva who is superior to everyone as he has the latest Scooter album, the other charvas will form a protective ring around him.
These scourge plague the streets of most cities, but most of all Newcastle. The male of the species will have short spiked hair, and will pretend their voice is deep years before it has broken, which appears to be an effective mating call. The female of the species will wear truckloads of makeup and huge (often plastic) earrings the size of the millennium wheel. If temperatures are below -5 degrees C, they will feel inclined to wear a mini skirt which barely covers their hips (see also: Micro Skirt)
When the male and female of the species meet, the male will put on a burbry cap to seem more attractive. Within an hour the two will have engaged in unprotected sex and whoops!...there goes another teenage pregnancy, another scum bag to pay for in our taxes!
Charvas will also force themselves to start smoking at the age of about 12, which is a sign that they are "Hard" or "Belter".
Any human verbal interaction with these vermin will result in an absolutely moronic response such as "Hew man you fucking daft cunt!" when asked to rephrase their inadequately worded statement, the same, only slightly more angry response is thrown at you.
No other 'race' other than their own is acceptable. Any goths, punks, skaters or grungies are renamed to "tree huggers" or "hippys". They do not have the brain cells to understand that they are infact the worst scourge of this planet!
Lastly, they will start fights with anybody that's smaller than them, to try and make themselves feel highly superior, and to try and impress the opposite sex. The long long list could go on forever.
To sum it up, these spangle stained hooligans are a dire example of Darwin's "Survival of the fittest" and are a complete waste of space, carbon lifeform, and tax payers money!
These scourge plague the streets of most cities, but most of all Newcastle. The male of the species will have short spiked hair, and will pretend their voice is deep years before it has broken, which appears to be an effective mating call. The female of the species will wear truckloads of makeup and huge (often plastic) earrings the size of the millennium wheel. If temperatures are below -5 degrees C, they will feel inclined to wear a mini skirt which barely covers their hips (see also: Micro Skirt)
When the male and female of the species meet, the male will put on a burbry cap to seem more attractive. Within an hour the two will have engaged in unprotected sex and whoops!...there goes another teenage pregnancy, another scum bag to pay for in our taxes!
Charvas will also force themselves to start smoking at the age of about 12, which is a sign that they are "Hard" or "Belter".
Any human verbal interaction with these vermin will result in an absolutely moronic response such as "Hew man you fucking daft cunt!" when asked to rephrase their inadequately worded statement, the same, only slightly more angry response is thrown at you.
No other 'race' other than their own is acceptable. Any goths, punks, skaters or grungies are renamed to "tree huggers" or "hippys". They do not have the brain cells to understand that they are infact the worst scourge of this planet!
Lastly, they will start fights with anybody that's smaller than them, to try and make themselves feel highly superior, and to try and impress the opposite sex. The long long list could go on forever.
To sum it up, these spangle stained hooligans are a dire example of Darwin's "Survival of the fittest" and are a complete waste of space, carbon lifeform, and tax payers money!
by Peter Adams January 06, 2004
by Peter Adams January 06, 2004
A ginger tabby alley-cat covered in curry and stuff. He is infested inside and out with every disease known to man. He meows like a bitch and growls at anything that moves. His tail always sticks up 90 degrees and shit flakes fly out his arse when he farts. His claws are like 9 inches long and make a bastard of a noise on hard ground.
He climbs in through the window when you're out, finds the whitest carpet/piece of furniture and wipes his arse all over it, leaving lovely brown streaks everywhere. On his way out he steals some food.
He climbs in through the window when you're out, finds the whitest carpet/piece of furniture and wipes his arse all over it, leaving lovely brown streaks everywhere. On his way out he steals some food.
"Keep your doors and windows locked, for Skimbleshanks is on the loose! He will turdify any white furniture or carpet in your house!"
by Peter Adams January 07, 2004
Miss.Bowe: "Did anyone see the simpsons last night?"
Kid: "Yeah, that was funny."
Miss.Bowe: "You're on detention aren't you??"
Kid: "Yeah"
Miss.Bowe: "Well you've got another one from me for that smirk! On Friday night! Do you like Friday night detentions?"
Me: "Unlucky, mate. You just got the Bowe treatment!"
Kid: "Yeah, that was funny."
Miss.Bowe: "You're on detention aren't you??"
Kid: "Yeah"
Miss.Bowe: "Well you've got another one from me for that smirk! On Friday night! Do you like Friday night detentions?"
Me: "Unlucky, mate. You just got the Bowe treatment!"
by Peter Adams January 24, 2004