n. An automotive sunroof whose rear end may be elevated for emergency ventilation.
I'm riding to the Chili Cookoff with Tom -- his car's got a flatch hatch.
Based on the theory proposed by R. M. Nixon, a self-perpetuating comedy of errors; not to be confused with a regular clusterfuck, which ends quietly when the last error can't spawn a chain reaction of new ones.
So after Ed has to change his shirt because his wife spilled coffee on him, he misses his bus, calls a taxi... the driver jumps a curb, blows out a rear tire, doesn't have a spare, and when the police come he fails the balloon test and Ed has to go in with the police and fill out a report? That, my friend, is a Domino Clusterfuck!
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A purveyor of men's clothing whose entire inventory contains a minimum of 2% Elastane.
I don't do Straight Stretch... that's an oxymoron unless you're a heterophobe.
Any item of inferior merchandise.
I can't hear you, we're breaking up... this cell phone is a pizzaccitte.
An organizational cabal of spin doctors, usually engaged to protect a frivolous accuser from the whole truth.
SWAT is an acronym for "Sherwin Williams Academy of Transparency."
Pete's got himself quite a dilemma... if he seeks out that client, they'll fire him; if she gets to their SWAT team first, he'll wish they had.
Absolutely, in a congratulatory sense; a French-influenced politically correct spelling of the street term.
Wow, you got backstage passes for the Doo-Wop Festival... Phuquinet!
One likeness to which a true man will gladly admit when publicly confronted about his masculinity in mixed company.
"A pussy, eh... lucky for you, I'm a disciple of Brillat-Savarin*!"
(* 19th-century French gastronomer credited with saying, "Show me what you eat, and I'll show you what you are."
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