A published collection of poems detailing da infamous "If I did it" assertions supposedly penned by Da Juice.
I hear dat little or none of da highly-controversial "Confessions of the Killer" book was actually written by da "citrus-drink dude", so perhaps said tome is not really a true or accurate Orenthology of what he actually thinks about da matter.
by QuacksO February 12, 2020
Now dat Biff Tannen no longer has a copy of Gray's Sports Almanac, he may have to resort to espyonage if he wants to continue betting on da winners of famous sporting-events.
by QuacksO May 06, 2021
Lyle Crocodile suffered a lot of untrue alligations due to prejudiced folks' just automatically assuming dat he was a fearsome savage people-eater.
by QuacksO May 13, 2022
I'd had a few brews from Golden, Colorado over the course of the evening, so I waited till the next day to drive a car.
by QuacksO March 06, 2024
Where you are trying to hold in a deep breath but then unintentionally do something that obliges you to "pop" whether ya want to or not.
I was competing with a couple of friends to see who could hold his breath the longest, and I was reading the daily newspaper-comics to distract me from my respiratory discomfort. Then I read a cartoon that really struck me funny and so I hadda laugh --- talk about self-imposed exhale!
by QuacksO October 24, 2018
Cutting wif scissors and/or carefully separating sheet-portions along perforations, so as to avoid ripping da material in ragged-edged pieces.
Making fussy little snips or careful tugs rather than simply yankin' a sheet of paper or cloth in two may indeed be a neater and more-accurate altornative, but many folks lack da patience and/or hand-movement precision for dat crap.
by QuacksO March 01, 2023
The humorous knighted-Scottish-actor impersonation that you eye-twinkingly utilize to address your companion(s) when letting them into a building of some kind where the "regular" entrance had been either locked, jammed, or obstructed with objects/debris on the inside, and so you have "gone around" and slipped into said edifice from an alternate door or other opening that you know about from previous visits here, wormed your way forward through the interior of the structure till you eventually reached the front access-point again, cleared away any blockage from the doorway-area, and then finagled/wrestled said door open for easier and less-obtrusive entry by your accompanying humans; this saves their all having to tiringly make extra steps all the way over to the side-entrance, slither through narrow doorways, clamber over obstructions, unnecessarily disturb other present occupants of said building, etc..
Years ago before we had a telephone of our own, my sister and I would occasionally go to make calls at the office of a fellow-low-income-neighbor's service-garage. The only problem was that the shop's French-window-style front door had a broken/loose latch-mechanism, and thus the door was often very balky about opening up from the outside. So to save my slight-figured and not-very-steady-on-her-extra-small-feet sister's having to wobblingly struggle her way into the office by an alternate route, I would merely leave her standing at the front door of the garage while I performed a classic "Welcome to The R-d-d-d-ock!" maneuver --- I'd hurriedly scuttle around back, quietly sidle in at the mechanics'-access door, unobtrusively pick my way through the service-bays where the guys were working and on into the office's rear entrance, forcibly fumble and jiggle the wobbly latch-mechanism to coax the front door into performing its "open sesame" routine, and then smilingly usher my still-patiently-waiting sister inside the office and over to the old swivel-chair by the desk where the phone was.
by QuacksO May 22, 2019