Studs Lonigan III's definitions
n. (Prison Slang) The result of a new prison inmate getting butt-fucked so hard by multiple other inmates that the unfortunate inmate's butthole plumes, fissures, and pulsates to the state of looking like a cherry sweating and constantly bleeding out like a slow-waking volcano.
Two prison inmates meeting in the yard:
Quantrell: Yo, Rayshawn, why you all stiff rubbing yo neck n shit?
Rayshawn: Damn, Quanz, you see that new faggy-looking crackhead kid here? You know with all that crackhead-looking shit on he face and that homo hair-doo?
Quantrell: Oh, you talking 'bout Artesian Kevvy?
Rayshawn: Yup, dat bitch. Well, I just saw Big Bruce done Bloody Cheery that white boy! I'm talking HARD Bloody Cheery. When Bruce done and I saw dat kid asshoe, I didn't know if I was looking at wrecked asshoe or Clifford the Big Red Dog gnawing on Elmo while choking on twenty Twizzlers. That Bloody Cheery nasty, yo.
Quantrell: Yo, Rayshawn, why you all stiff rubbing yo neck n shit?
Rayshawn: Damn, Quanz, you see that new faggy-looking crackhead kid here? You know with all that crackhead-looking shit on he face and that homo hair-doo?
Quantrell: Oh, you talking 'bout Artesian Kevvy?
Rayshawn: Yup, dat bitch. Well, I just saw Big Bruce done Bloody Cheery that white boy! I'm talking HARD Bloody Cheery. When Bruce done and I saw dat kid asshoe, I didn't know if I was looking at wrecked asshoe or Clifford the Big Red Dog gnawing on Elmo while choking on twenty Twizzlers. That Bloody Cheery nasty, yo.
by Studs Lonigan III November 11, 2024
Get the Bloody Cheerymug. A buffer interjection of comic relief to be used at a proper time when one sees a friendly group conversation starting to turn awry. A seemingly innocent question that the group then engages in and forgets their ill-intended and possibly meaningless aggression and attempt to answer a simple non-meaningful question.
Bill (heated): I'm telling you, Johnny. You can't be pro-abortion, anti-Isreal, pro-union and a feminist at the same time.
Johnny: Bill, so you're saying that I have no rights to the 2nd amendment, be against child labor laws, while being a card-carrying member of the IRA?
Nick (interjecting): So, Who's Gonna Win the Superbowl This Year?
Bill: It's gotta be the Chiefs this year.
Johnny: No way! It's the Bills, man!
Johnny: Bill, so you're saying that I have no rights to the 2nd amendment, be against child labor laws, while being a card-carrying member of the IRA?
Nick (interjecting): So, Who's Gonna Win the Superbowl This Year?
Bill: It's gotta be the Chiefs this year.
Johnny: No way! It's the Bills, man!
by Studs Lonigan III January 4, 2025
Get the So, Who's Gonna Win the Superbowl This Year?mug. A derogatory term for a Black Freemason. A "Ring Knocker" wears their gaudy Freemason ring, which is akin to a High School football championship ring, wears a black suit, white shirt, and black tie, and in unison, they knock their rings on the table to come in agreement with their Freemason beliefs. They are entitled douchebags who are in a half-assed cult and/or society group. Black Freemasons are on the lower rung of factions in the trade unions and other workgroup factions.
Nick: Hey Bill, I saw a group of six black guys at an Irish pub. They were all wearing suits and ties and had big rings. I tried to converse with them, but they were very uppity and talked about how knowledge is key. They kept knocking their rings on the table.
Bill: Oh yeah, we always see those guys in the trades. They're called Ring Knockers. All they do is try to act smart. They're douches.
Bill: Oh yeah, we always see those guys in the trades. They're called Ring Knockers. All they do is try to act smart. They're douches.
by Studs Lonigan III September 3, 2023
Get the Ring Knockermug. Describing a person's long-winded story that is either a go-nowhere diatribe or an ill-fangled tangent that goes on and on to no end or point. A proper story between friends is an ABC or XYZ story. A beginning, middle, and end. An LMNOP story is completely meandering, all filler and fluff with no structure. A waste of time.
Nick: Hey Bill, did you listen to Ralph's story he was trying to tell? He must be on coke or something.
Bill: Yeah, he was straight LMNOP on that one. I had no clue where he was going or ending with that story. I'm glad I walked away.
Bill: Yeah, he was straight LMNOP on that one. I had no clue where he was going or ending with that story. I'm glad I walked away.
by Studs Lonigan III September 13, 2023
Get the LMNOPmug. A term referring to when you are in a business meeting and everyone is at a standstill on new ideas or a compromise. Nothing has progressed after hours. So everyone throws new, lucid, off-fangled ideas out into the open. It's a metaphor that comes from a hunting exercise, where to prep for a hunt, one shoots clay pigeons instead of real pigeons. You're just throwing stuff up in the air -- hopefully something hits. Akin to throwing darts until someone hits close to the bullseye.
Nick: Hey, Alissa Heinerscheid, we've been at this business proposal for hours and it's going nowhere. Let's just throw up some clay pigeons and see if something hits. I'll let you start.
Alissa Heinerscheid: Well Nick there's this one LGTBQ+ influencer out there...
Nick: Get the FUCK OUT OF MY OFFICE! (Holds recording device to his mouth) Note to self: No more trannie-influencer-ideas and hey, waiter, "I'll take two clay pigeons to go".
Alissa Heinerscheid: Well Nick there's this one LGTBQ+ influencer out there...
Nick: Get the FUCK OUT OF MY OFFICE! (Holds recording device to his mouth) Note to self: No more trannie-influencer-ideas and hey, waiter, "I'll take two clay pigeons to go".
by Studs Lonigan III October 30, 2023
Get the Clay Pigeonsmug. A term used when you're fingering a girl, flicking her bean, making everything work fast and hard enough, and then she squirts and convulses. It's like winning a lottery scratch-off ticket—not a big win, but enough to keep playing the game.
Nick: Hey Bill, you get with Dirty Suzie last night?
Bill: Let's just say when I was fingering her, she must have felt like I had a Kennedy Half-Dollar on me as she made me a Scratch-Off Winner. She melted off the couch after two minutes. Smell my fingers (Bill thrusts his fingers onto Nick's nasal area mockingly).
Nick (awkwardly smelling Bill's fingers): Damn....Let me lick that shit!
Bill: Let's just say when I was fingering her, she must have felt like I had a Kennedy Half-Dollar on me as she made me a Scratch-Off Winner. She melted off the couch after two minutes. Smell my fingers (Bill thrusts his fingers onto Nick's nasal area mockingly).
Nick (awkwardly smelling Bill's fingers): Damn....Let me lick that shit!
by Studs Lonigan III December 5, 2024
Get the Scratch-Off Winnermug.