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
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
by Peter Adams January 06, 2004
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
by Peter Adams January 07, 2004
Onomatopoeic.
It's the sound that those circular things make in Pinball machines, when the ball hits them.
It's the sound that those circular things make in Pinball machines, when the ball hits them.
by Peter Adams January 27, 2006