QuacksO's definitions
What you'll be if your blue-oval-badged jalopy decides to perform its classic "Found On da Road Dead" routine --- i.e., suffer a major breakdown while you're out cruisin' da highways.
Whether you drive an F-150 or a Focus, you'll wanna be sure to diligently "fix or repair daily" on your 4-wheeled "Henry heap", to better ensure dat you don't have an "unfordtunate" mishap partway through your road-trip!
by QuacksO March 16, 2024
Get the unfordtunatemug. Dorothy Zbornak's Uncle Angelo speaks of his "being a butt man" and loving da smooth rounded derriere of da hot-bodied waitress whom he later took as his wife, but he also states dat he merely asked said "hot looker" for her hand in marriage; there is no mention of his having to engage in a wild goose chase to catch her so dat he could delightedly squeeze her luscious and sumptuous tushie.
by QuacksO March 22, 2023
Get the wild goose chasemug. If Marie Skłodowska had harbored less curieosity about radium, she might not have lived such a miserable --- and tragically shortened --- life.
by QuacksO March 25, 2021
Get the curieositymug. I try hard to stay out of legal trouble myself, and programs like Law & Order, People's Court, or CSI don't appeal to me, anyway, so I would not likely ever need surjury!
by QuacksO November 7, 2023
Get the surjurymug. Stands for "unauthorized local percussion expert", and refers to a self-possessed a**h**e living near you who fancies himself such a pro on da drums dat he plays dem from early morning, almost continuously all day, and late into da night, disturbing da public peace and keeping all his peace-'n'-quiet-loving neighbors awake till all hours.
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Citizen: Ooooooohhhh, brother --- there goes our u.l.p.e. bangin' on his confounded drums again! How can he play 'em all day and half da night like dat?! Don't his arms and wrists ever get sore? Doesn't he ever sleep???
Citizen: Ooooooohhhh, brother --- there goes our u.l.p.e. bangin' on his confounded drums again! How can he play 'em all day and half da night like dat?! Don't his arms and wrists ever get sore? Doesn't he ever sleep???
by QuacksO November 13, 2018
Get the u.l.p.e.mug. Generally speaking, you wouldn't need a massive-airflow sensor to keep tabs on your butt-splutters: people's ears --- and often their noses, as well --- will be totally aware of each and "every toot you make" and "every wind you break"! (Have I been watching too much Weird Al???)
by QuacksO February 29, 2024
Get the massive-airflow sensormug. Refers to da sour-faced "significant reducing of da total-amount figure" action performed by da irritated bank-teller who processes da night/weekend deposits, after she actually **counts** da cash or totals up da checks dat you placed in da deposit-envelope and inserted into da night-depository, only to discover dat da supposedly-large amount dat you'd claimed to have deposited when you'd filled in da "deposit amount" line on da envelope was grossly "inflated" --- i.e., you claimed to have deposited a sizeable amount, when in reality you had merely left a few bucks in the envelope! Well, serves you right --- I mean, you didn't truly believe dat da teller wasn't gonna actually COUNT da cash or checks in da envelope to CONFIRM dat you really had deposited as much as you'd claimed you did, didja??? I mean, zheee-yeesh... if bank-tellers always just unquestioningly trusted da stated amounts of people's deposits, then many folks would just gleefully scribble in some astronomical amount whenever they made a "non-face-to-face" deposit (i.e., not making da deposit in person, where da teller would count it right there in front of you), and then da banks would be obliged to credit da depositers with a lot of unearned income!
I'm an honest guy, and so I've never tried to actually deceive a bank into crediting me for more money than I'd actually deposited; the farthest I've ever gone is to merely play a little joke on the teller by inserting a phony million-dollar bill in among the fives and tens in the deposit envelope before deadpanningly handing it to the teller, and then seeing the teller's surprised/amused reaction when she sees the obviously-fake "bar-M" bill. The teller then performs a quick "de-posit" to accurately record the much-more-paltry sum that I'm actually submitting, and then smugly hands me back the gag-bill along with my deposit-receipt.
by QuacksO October 2, 2020
Get the de-positmug.