A substitute to the word "lie/s" and to a extent "bullshit". When presented with false-hood information and wanting to declare that all that was said is classified as a lie.
Whats with all the "phoney baloney" that your providing me with, I trusted you with my posessions and i blatantly see a dent on my car.
Thats "phoney baloney" to your claim of being hurt from my mini jab to your shoulder
Buy a
Phoney Baloney
mug!
A euphemism name for the word "dance" or to move in a flexible manner.
The name of the "Playstation 1" game which dance competitors take part in a series of one on one dance offs.
(inside nightclub/outside on streets or anywhere thats not a graveyard)
Watch me while i bust a groove to the beat
A slang version of the word "bewitching" with the meaning of nagging/complaining/arguing in the present tense.
She be-bitching over why we did not engage in bed last night.
A expressive dismay over a tv show/film/magazine article/music/the hairstyle you've ended up with after paying for and etc.
The saying that what you've experienced yourself through,heard of or from is a load of rubbish, shit, poo, garbage (again etc).
To shorten or euphemise the term further would be to say it as a "Hunka Junk".
The recently released movie with the stereotyped gun's and blood criminals along with the hero saving the victim from peril is a "hunk of junk".
The "hunk of junk" that tv broadcasts in the present day would even shame the inventor.
Our vechile sure is a "hunk of junk" and I am not saying that as it being scrap metal.
Monday to friday makes for a euphemism of 'motherfucking hell' which reflects the general notion the working life some may lead towards duty.
Oh 'monday to friday' about the bosses duties, can he not relax a little.
How in the 'monday to friday' are we supposed to achieve this duty.
Buy a
Monday to friday
mug!
Another name for the chunk(s) ventilated out of our bodies bottom gap hole.
It can also be said in the term of a cover up for a swearword when needing to exhaust an infuriational comment.
(After toilet evacuating) What was that honeybuns? I was pushing out my turdberries for you to clean up as I misfired my shots into the bog.
Ohhh Turdberries, you saw the diabolical trap I set for your demise.
