18 definitions by Tim Jerome
Stoner: Yo, mon! Got any KGB?
Drug Dealer: Nah, just some crappy Tex Mex.
Stoner: Cool. I'll take an ounce. I'm going to bake a big batch of brownies and give them to my sister to share with her 3rd grade class.
Drug Dealer: Nah, just some crappy Tex Mex.
Stoner: Cool. I'll take an ounce. I'm going to bake a big batch of brownies and give them to my sister to share with her 3rd grade class.
by Tim Jerome February 20, 2008
Somebody who thinks their shit doesn't stink. Somebody who drives around in a Chevy Malibu with money stuffed in their ears and nostrils. A person who says they just got accepted to Yale, but then you see them 6 months later at the local junior college.
Dr. Anal Vapors is such a money inhaler, he could buy god if he wanted to.
All of these money inhalers are heading out to the Hamptons this weekend for some Botox parties, but I'm just going to sit at home and feel lonely and cry.
All of these money inhalers are heading out to the Hamptons this weekend for some Botox parties, but I'm just going to sit at home and feel lonely and cry.
by Tim Jerome September 1, 2009
Founded by Sam Walton, Wal-Mart is a discount retailer that sells generic clothes, food, electronics and just about everything else. Instead of finding Adidas shoes at Wal-Mart, they will have shoes that look similar to Adidas with a similar-looking logo. Instead of Adidas the shoes will be called ABCheetahs or something. Or instead of Nike, Wal-Mart will carry a generic brand called Hike (again, with a similar looking logo as Nike). This is so poor kids can pretend to wear the same clothes as the richer kids and feel the same pride as them. This, of course, is the greatest flaw to discount retailing. It has only made countless people the target of discrimination and teasing.
Cool Kid: Hey, Josh. Cool Nikes. Oh, wait--those aren't Nikes. What does that say? Hike? Dude, your family shops at Wal-Mart! You're dead at recess. Heh-heh-heh.
Josh: (Gulp) I thought I might fool people for at least one day.
Josh: (Gulp) I thought I might fool people for at least one day.
by Tim Jerome March 16, 2008
John: "I'm gonna git me some mud flaps for Sherrie T. I cain't decide yet on the Deputy Dawg or Taz ones."
by Tim Jerome March 16, 2008
by Tim Jerome March 19, 2008
When you get so drunk you tell a good friend about the time you were crazily in love with an adrogynous looking person who later turned out to be a female. Because of this revelation your drunken confession delves into epiphanies about your latent homosexuality then skips to your past crushes on (and platonic affairs with) older married people before finally detailing your favorite methods for having pillow sex. Instances of oversharing are often followed by headaches, embarrassment, feelings of vulnerability, extensive journaling and/or therapy and (sometimes) long walks alone to find yourself.
You: "...and that is ultimately what led me to realize that I might be gay. Not gay in the David Bowie sense but gay in the bi-curious way. I mean, aren't we all? I want to have a married best friend, but a friend of the same sex who you harbor sexual feelings for...there's just something exciting about that. I guess I've never really admitted this to myself. All the emails, and "dates" and trips with Katie Couric were obviously leading somewhere, but there's something I felt about my male friends that was just... It's like the time in college when I took LSD. I was turned on by the risk of it, like riding a rollercoaster without a safety harness. I mean, I sort of knew I would come out OK afterwards but I also..."
Your friend: (to him-or her-self) Sheesh! what an oversharer. I wish I had a tape recorder.
Your friend: (to him-or her-self) Sheesh! what an oversharer. I wish I had a tape recorder.
by Tim Jerome October 13, 2008
When you get so drunk you tell a good friend about the time you were crazily in love with an adrogynous looking person who later turned out to be a female. Your drunken confession delves into epiphanies about your latent homosexuality, your past crushes on (and platonic affairs with) older married people and your dabblings in suicidal behavior. Instances of oversharing are often followed by headaches, embarrassment, vulnerability, extensive journaling and/or therapy and (sometimes) long walks alone.
You: "...and that is ultimately what led me to realize that a homosexual romp with a married best friend could be a character building experience instead of a moral transgression. All the emails, and "dates" and trips were obviously leading up to something. It's like the time in college when I took LSD. I was turned on by the risk of it, like riding a rollercoaster without a safety harness. I mean, I sort of knew I would come out OK but I also..."
Your friend: (to him-or her-self) Sheesh! what an oversharer.
Your friend: (to him-or her-self) Sheesh! what an oversharer.
by Tim Jerome September 17, 2008