What are you giving your husband for his birthday Jane?
I thought I'd get him a new banana hammock, Mavis.
by Tuna Wanda May 24, 2005
The good old bartender at Sweeney's
Is known for his ale and free wienies.
But I find him uncouth
To gulp gin and vermouth,
Chill the glasses, and piddle Martinis.
by Tuna Wanda May 26, 2005
An affectionate name for a lady or gentleman who lets a great many binderfenders and dead badgers.
A prodigious farter.
Who do you have for third period English?
Mrs. Sweeney.
Oh, wow, you have Old Thunder Buns? I wish I was in there with you! It's gonna be a gas!
by Tuna Wanda May 26, 2005
A sheep. A person without any self-identification or thoughts of her own. A person who does what the crowd is doing, out of insecurity and immaturity. A person who looks like everyone else because of an immature fear of being himself.
When you interview people for this job, be sure to weed out all the trendy people. I want someone who will work, not look in the mirror all day.
by Tuna Wanda May 26, 2005
adj. Following the crowd, just like a mindless sheep.
noun. A mindless sheep who follows the crowd. Never, ever thinks. Never strives to be a unique individual. Someone who is not a leader, but a follower.
It's trendy to get a tattoo, so Lisa got a tattoo. It's trendy to eat deep fried Twinkies, so Mona eats deep fried Twinkies. It's trendy to become a poofter, so Lennie decided to become a poofter. It's trendy for effeminate guys to drive chick cars, so Brian drives a chick car. All of these people are trendy.
by Tuna Wanda May 28, 2005
A spineless, indecisive sissy courted by democrats with the promise of entitlements and hate crime legislation. The group of candy asses includes prancing poofters, mama's boys, pantywaists, mush wimps, guys who drive chick cars, and residents of Berkeley, California.
That William sure is a Candy Ass. He is so spineless, he wants the government to wipe his nose and be responsible for his failures.
by Tuna Wanda May 28, 2005
Gee, Judy, these guys in the Black Elk Inn love to look at my flannel shirt.
Come on, Wanda, they're just gawking at your wobblyfloppers.
by Tuna Wanda May 14, 2005