wanker banker

Any one of the million or so neat neck-tie New York or London or San Fran bankers, traders, and/or financial types who troll otherwise hipster, posh bars or clubs claiming to actually be interested in art, culture, and the human condition when hitting on women otherwise way out of their league but for their singular monetary standing.
Usually spawned from ivy league Universities.

Attractive Girl #1: I love that film, can't believe it's been so long since I've seen it.
Attractive Girl #2: It was on IFC last night, I didn't even know I got the channel.
Wanker Banker: As much as I agree, I still think the book was better.
Attractive Girl #2: It's a documentary, ass.
(Wanker Banker shrugs, pretends to see some friends, angles towards the bar)
Attractive Girl #1: Fucking wank-bank.

or

Simone: What're they gonna do?
Marlene: I dunno, go back to her place.
Wanker-banker: My flat's not far from here, has a terrace with a view of the city.
Simon: Good for you.
Wanker Banker: I'm just sayin'-
Marlene: Dear gawd, this is the worst night of my life. We officially look like coke whores. Why else would a wanker banker assume he and his cheese dick button down could summon us to his apartment via cuff links and slacks ?
Simone: What a fucktard.
by RyKirb September 17, 2008
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sauce cross

1) Spiritual or religious expression extemporaneously achieved while dining.

2) The ability to create Christ imagery with food sauces.

3) Archaic. Noun. A form of absurd, impromptu hazing, specifically where the hazing party anoints his or her subject with a smeared cross (usu. with pizza sauce) in a drunken plea for the inferior being to attain some degree religiosity. Hilarity commonly ensues among fellow hazers. See: The Troubadours, Middle Ages, Greek Life, etc.
John: Quit playing with your food.
Jimmy: I'm expressing my shame, relax.
John: Wasting delicious Stubbs Bone Lickin' sauce is shameful in and of itself.
Jimmy: Not when it's elegant. This is a sauce cross.
John: My mistake, thought you were pining for Swiss citizenship again.

or

Cam: What happened last night?
Jesse: Well, after they cleaned up the house we lined them up, and...
Cam: Made them recite the founders and the triad?
Jesse: Not exactly... Gregg and Shane came back from the bars and there was some left over pizza. Shane took care of the cheese-
Cam: That guy'll eat anything.
Jesse: I know, then Gregg started painting away with the sauce, one after the other. I guess Jon's kinda religious. Didn't go over well.
Cam: It's not for everyone.
by Rykirb September 10, 2008
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