Russell Clark's definitions
by Russell Clark November 2, 2003

by Russell Clark May 21, 2003

The female counterpart to a scion. A female descendant or child of a wealthy, aristocratic, or influential family. An heiress to a financial empire.
Sporting a diamond-encrusted Tiara, Miss Erica Rose, unabashed debutante and scioness of the Franklin-Cindi empire, is the most promisingly treacherous of contestants vying to star on this year's Roman rehash of "The Bachelor", which shall showcase 25 ambitious young thangs dueling to wed the Prince Lorenzo Borcheezy, who it is reputed holds a number of lapsed ducal titles to small tracts of property in the Southern United States, among them the little fleabite of a (or flea-bitten) town of Collyel, Louisiana in Livingston Parish.
by Russell Clark December 6, 2006

The act, individual or collective of introducing into the human rectum, a live gerbal, usual an adult male for the purpose of gaining, directly or indirectly, sadistic and erotic gratification.
by Russell Clark March 14, 2004

Benny is a real dumcumpster who wouldn't get laid if it weren't for the drunken pursuit of buddies' discarded bobags.
by Russell Clark May 14, 2006

A postmodern personality disorder occurring most commonly during adolescence and young adulthood and characterized by latent homosexuality and/or the growing fear of becoming or turning homosexual.
by Russell Clark December 6, 2006

A dumb, good-looking younger man, probably a gigolo or possibly even a dumcumpster who is suddenly seen around town with an upstart or otherwise gossipable divorcee, and one who decidedly keeps her new beau out of her usual social circles, which she has deserted for the time being. Similar but in opposite sense to the girlfriend from Canada of Saturday Night Live fame. A knowing play on the the phrase "mystery beef" or perhaps, even on "Mister eBeef", which is a reference to a no-strings-attached hookup acquired via the Internet.
Bob: After Suzy won the lotto last year she went Parish Chilton big time and like crazy fast, fried and dyed her hair, got Botox, Lipo and boob implants and then moved with her passle of chirrens into that abandoned mansion of a spec house there in Collyel - you know, the one with the large swimming pool shaped like a Jim Beam bottle. Oh, and she finally lawyered up and divorced that good for nothing moron Tommy who's been sponging off of her all these years. Next thing you know, she bought herself a Chihuahua, a Hummer H3 and is now with Misteree beef on a two week cruise to Cancun.
Marcus: "One word. . . go girl!" Bob: "Man, bruh, money can't buy good taste!" Marcus: "Who said it had too, lil bro?"
Marcus: "One word. . . go girl!" Bob: "Man, bruh, money can't buy good taste!" Marcus: "Who said it had too, lil bro?"
by Russell Clark December 6, 2006
