by PsychoPuppyDad August 01, 2014
All the walking, jogging and miscellaneous exercise done while your Fitbit is off, recharging. It doesn't matter how much you complain, your friends will never believe you. This seems to happen at least once a week.
"I walked eight full laps around the mall yesterday, but I was suffering from Fitbit Amnesia, so it looks like I only walked 42 steps."
by PsychoPuppyDad July 11, 2016
A Catholic Poop is a poop so vile-smelling that your roommate or Spousal Unit is forced to light a candle to try to counteract the odor.
by PsychoPuppyDad December 12, 2010
Bossywork is busywork specifically designed to make your boss look less ignorant about his job. It consists of producing pages of documentation to explain the obvious or prove negatives (the product didn't change, so we don't need new education.) Much of bossywork consists of building slide decks from portions of other slide decks, since no manager can be expected to read more than one deck per day.
I have to get this bossywork done before the design committee meets since my boss is the committee chair. Hopefully, after that, I can get some real work done.
by PsychoPuppyDad October 03, 2011
Eating whatever is left in the back of the freezer, rather than actually cleaning up and going out for real food. It's dumpster diving for people who have homes.
Bill? You're eating a vegetarian burrito. When did you decide to try the vegetarian lifestyle?
I'm not. It's my ex-girlfriend's from freshman year. I was freezer diving.
I'm not. It's my ex-girlfriend's from freshman year. I was freezer diving.
by PsychoPuppyDad August 05, 2010
Anyone who farts and manages to have all of his companions blame it on someone next to him. Bonus points if the person who gets the blame is some innocent stranger.
Wow! That guy standing by us in 7-Eleven really blew a nasty fart. It smelled so bad my teeth hurt." "Actually, that was me. I'm a fartriloquist.
by PsychoPuppyDad March 20, 2011
A four-legged rake is a dog that insists on rolling in fresh-cut grass or piles of dead leaves, just for the sheer joy of carrying them into the house with him. Once, the leaves are on your floor or furniture, they become yard dandruff.
by PsychoPuppyDad October 15, 2015