The bruise you notice on your upper arm(s) in the morning after a drinking binge with friends. Comes from said drunken friends poking you in the arm repeatedly whilst trying to get your attention.
Dickie: HEY DJ (poking arm), check out that Raider touch down!
DJ: Dammit Dickie, now I'm gonna wake up tomorrow with another damnable HEY BRUISE!
DJ: Dammit Dickie, now I'm gonna wake up tomorrow with another damnable HEY BRUISE!
by Shmouse May 23, 2005
Actually, a bacardi & coke with a shard of lime. Takes the boring old standard of rum and coke to a different level. (Whether that level is higher or lower ... you be the judge.)
by Shmouse May 19, 2005
A small or short mouse-like animal.
Someone who is very quiet and withdrawn and seems to blend into the woodwork.
Can be used as an endearing phrase or a put-down, depending on the inflection.
Someone who is very quiet and withdrawn and seems to blend into the woodwork.
Can be used as an endearing phrase or a put-down, depending on the inflection.
1) I love my little shmousie sized cat; she fits on my lap just perfectly.
2) That shmouse over by the bar better not ask me to dance, 'cause I'll just laugh in his face.
2) That shmouse over by the bar better not ask me to dance, 'cause I'll just laugh in his face.
by Shmouse May 19, 2005
word conglomeration of Don't You Know.
Used to finish a sentence containing facts that are somewhat obvious.
Used to finish a sentence containing facts that are somewhat obvious.
by Shmouse May 23, 2005
v.(note lower case):
the act of being neutral or non-committed on a subject, usually a controversial one.
the act of being neutral or non-committed on a subject, usually a controversial one.
Joe: Hey, whaddya think about those Red Sox finally winning the World Series?
Louie: Hey, I don't wanna get into it, man. I'm SWITZERLAND on this one.
Louie: Hey, I don't wanna get into it, man. I'm SWITZERLAND on this one.
by Shmouse May 22, 2005
The "illness" that you have after a full night of drinking; what you tell your boss you have, when calling in sick the next day.
I had to call in with the COCKTAIL FLU after we went out all night and ran the bar out of Jagermeister. Oh, my aching hair!
by Shmouse June 04, 2005
by Shmouse May 24, 2005