QuacksO's definitions
A serious chemical-imbalance in the respiratory system caused by excessive "puffing" --- i.e., super-praising "blow-hard" reviews of a person/product/idea that is just "inflated" and insincere "hot air".
Jay Bush must have gotten hypeoxia from all his bragging on TV about how great his baked beans were... some people might like them, but I think they taste awful.
by QuacksO March 6, 2019
Get the hypeoxiamug. Slick WIllie fancied himself as highly desireable to all da ladies around him, which may explain why (A) he seemed to always be coming on to every attractive and potentially-fertile female he laid eyes on, and (B) he purportedly has so many unacknowledged children.
by QuacksO June 25, 2021
Get the desireablemug. In Jay Williams' hilarious tale, da main character opens learning-centers for people to fasillytate their efforts to practice absurd behavior.
by QuacksO November 9, 2024
Get the fasillytatemug. Coffee and stimulant-imbued soft drinks are super-heavily consumed in da state of Missizippy, with everyone whizzing about in a frenzied cafffeine-buzz --- there is an absolute pepidemic there!
by QuacksO June 30, 2020
Get the pepidemicmug. 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.
{{Thump-thump-thump, thump-thump-thump, thump-thum-thuh-thuh-thuh-thuh-thump; thump-thump-thump, thump-thump-thump, thump-thum-thuh-thuh-thuh-thuh-thump...}}
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.