(EH•brah•HAM•LINK•con)v.
to sneak up behind a seated victim and blow a fart in their ear. so called because it represents assassin john wilkes boothe's stealthy shot in the ford theatre some hundred and thirty years ago.
to sneak up behind a seated victim and blow a fart in their ear. so called because it represents assassin john wilkes boothe's stealthy shot in the ford theatre some hundred and thirty years ago.
dude, i totally abraham lincolned my little brother last night. he was doing home work at the kitchen table and i snuck up and dislodged an oily reeker right in his ear.
by SAMMER OF THE GODS April 19, 2006

(PISS•puc)n.
A urine cake. a compacted disc of antimicrobial detergent placed in a urinal for deodorising and disinfecting.
A urine cake. a compacted disc of antimicrobial detergent placed in a urinal for deodorising and disinfecting.
I was taking a whizz at the game last night and when my stream hit the piss puck, it spewed back blue juice all over my khakis. It looked like i banged smurfette.
by SAMMER OF THE GODS May 22, 2006

(belly•SCRAPE•enz)n. any food that falls and hangs onto or stains one's shirt, tie or coat that are later consumed by the offender or a pet.
by SAMMER OF THE GODS June 03, 2006

(fro•DO•shop) n. v. the software you use to copy and paste your friends heads on LOTRs photos that you scrape off the internet usually to send via email.
by SAMMER OF THE GODS June 11, 2006

(CAT•chup•KWEEF) n. the audible phenomenon that occurs when a squeezable catsup bottle expels air and condiment, resulting in an unpleasant and embarrassing mess.
"hey g-friend, what's that on your hoodie?" "emma and me were at mickey d's for lunch, and she totally blew a ketchup queef all over the table!"
by SAMMER OF THE GODS June 11, 2008

(time•BAN•DIT) n. someone who wastes your time by telling long winded stories, isn't punctual, makes you wait for various reasons, plans boring outings, etc. it's a retro reference to an brit-comedy movie from the early eighties of the same name.
Kelly is such a time bandit... She always goes into these boring monologes about boring crap when i have much better things to do like clean my toilet.
by SAMMER OF THE GODS June 11, 2006

BOSS: Smith! Where is your supervisor?
SMITH: Dude... She is most likely at the lung lounge with the other slackers you refer to as middle management. Why don't you grow a set and fire those folder-shuffling nicotine addicts?
SMITH: Dude... She is most likely at the lung lounge with the other slackers you refer to as middle management. Why don't you grow a set and fire those folder-shuffling nicotine addicts?
by sammer of the gods July 12, 2006
