Guy1: "Why's your right arm brown?"
Guy2: "We lost the air-conditioner in Dave's Pinto, so he drove us from Dallas to Houston in mid-summer with only Canadian air-conditioning and frequent beer stops to keep us frosty. It was hell."
Guy2: "We lost the air-conditioner in Dave's Pinto, so he drove us from Dallas to Houston in mid-summer with only Canadian air-conditioning and frequent beer stops to keep us frosty. It was hell."
by Uncle Des September 03, 2009
KIMP = "Kittens I'd Murder for a Pizza"
When traveling overseas for a long time, you finally get to a point when you have had enough foreign food and actually, biologically, NEED a pizza. How many kittens would you murder for one? That's the KIMP factor.
By the time you reach a KIMP factor of 10: it's time to come home.
When traveling overseas for a long time, you finally get to a point when you have had enough foreign food and actually, biologically, NEED a pizza. How many kittens would you murder for one? That's the KIMP factor.
By the time you reach a KIMP factor of 10: it's time to come home.
I spent three weeks in Shanghai, and after only 4 days was up to a KIMP factor of 5. The rest of the time was NOT good.
by Uncle Des July 21, 2010
by Uncle Des November 26, 2009
Basically what a booth babe turns into while you're at other tradeshows. Much in evidence due to the poor economy.
She's been divorced at least once; smokes; has a peeling tan; hugs every man she gets close to and the perfect specimen has both a stupid name (or a good name spelled oddly) and a job title that is actually one step up from receptionist if you look at it too closely enough.
She's been divorced at least once; smokes; has a peeling tan; hugs every man she gets close to and the perfect specimen has both a stupid name (or a good name spelled oddly) and a job title that is actually one step up from receptionist if you look at it too closely enough.
Salesguy: "Hey, meet Janneene. She's our Director of Marcom Integration."
You: "Behind the booth slapper?!"
You: "Behind the booth slapper?!"
by Uncle Des July 18, 2009
When your cell phone, iPod or computer battery is just about to die, and you are engaged in a frantic hunt for an electrical socket to plug it into at an airport, you're "outlet shopping".
"Man, my phone gave up the ghost at LaGuardia, and I was outlet shopping for 15 minutes 'cos none of these geeks would let me plug in..."
by Uncle Des June 27, 2009