by running out of patience April 05, 2008

One stinking, fat, drunken, uneducated welfare witch. She drinks cheap whiskey all day and breathes booze breath on everyone she encounters. She has really bad breath, and smokes like a chimney. Her kids take care of themselves all day in their government subsidised housing, tearing up the place and throwing poop at each other, while she whores it up at the local watering hole. A lot of her kids are retarded from fetal alcohol syndrome. She has a rear end the size of New Hampshire.
by running out of patience February 12, 2008

These are the generation X and Y recent grads that are hired by clueless upper management because of their grade point average, height, and military status. More times than not they turn out to be micromanaging, arrogant, armchair employees that are afraid to roll up their sleeves and actually get involved with anything. They are more concerned about status symbols, time off, and where to eat lunch.
"Look. It's 10:30 AM. Mike should be coming in any time now. Oh, there he is. You can tell he just woke up. He pretended to be at the U doing his research this morning. Damn titty babies"
by Running out of patience February 16, 2008

These are the secret panty raids that uniformed workmen go on when you are at work. Ever notice a creamy substance all over your panties on water softener day? How about when the you left the key for the cable guy? Were your bras and panties all stretched out and sticky? Thought so.
"I just know that softener man splooged in my silks last Wednesday. Those uniformed panty raids are increasing."
by running out of patience April 08, 2008

by running out of patience April 04, 2008

A combination of dog and cat loaves picked up in the yard and cooked over a campfire. The bowl weevils and roundworms really make this a tasty treat.
by Running out of patience April 08, 2007

These are either hot blondes that are trying to get daddy jealous, or else big, fat, stringy-haired sugar mamas that prefer the licorice stick to vanilla sausage. They don't mind the low-IQ, giant pants, stupid rims, and nappy heads of the African men they crave. The giant tar hose more than makes up for it. Who cares about "intelligent conversation"? That's just what they tell the white man. All that really matters to them is size.
"Where are the wite wimmen at?"
by running out of patience April 29, 2008
