A fat chick. A chubber. She who gets into a car and makes it virtually collapse due to her overweight massive flabby-ass.
"Dude! Your new girlfriend? Ditch that chick. She's a chubber and if you let her in your car you'll find she's a suspension breaker."
by Wizards Sleeve July 23, 2006
"Say, that's Hugh Jarse."
by Wizards Sleeve March 04, 2007
Seaside town on the south east coast of England. Population around 50,000. Features of note: Debenhams (geriatrics' department store), two branches of Sainsbury's (a British supermarket), The Leas Cliff Hall (entertainment venue for once great acts before they finally fold or retire), for some reason a couple of very good grammar schools (The Folkestone School for Girls, The Harvey Grammar School), The Channel Tunnel and also 304 funeral directors.
Minor features: A pleasant fishing harbour, a soft drinks factory (Silver Spring Mineral Water Co Ltd), some chalk hills and a town centre infested with Chavs. Focal point of life for under eighteens is probably McDonald’s or KFC. For the over 65’s then it’s one of the 285 General Practitioners the town boasts – or the Cardiac Unit at the William Harvey Hospital, Ashford, prior to the services of the above mentioned army of undertakers.
Folkestone is not a young person's town, though does seem to be a minor magnet for asylum seekers. You can often see the police picking them up on the motorway where they’ve just popped out of the back of some unsuspecting lorry that’s just arrived on the Eurotunnel or on a ferry in Dover.
Minor features: A pleasant fishing harbour, a soft drinks factory (Silver Spring Mineral Water Co Ltd), some chalk hills and a town centre infested with Chavs. Focal point of life for under eighteens is probably McDonald’s or KFC. For the over 65’s then it’s one of the 285 General Practitioners the town boasts – or the Cardiac Unit at the William Harvey Hospital, Ashford, prior to the services of the above mentioned army of undertakers.
Folkestone is not a young person's town, though does seem to be a minor magnet for asylum seekers. You can often see the police picking them up on the motorway where they’ve just popped out of the back of some unsuspecting lorry that’s just arrived on the Eurotunnel or on a ferry in Dover.
Yes, I've been to Folkestone. Biggest departure lounge in Britain - thousands of old codgers shuffling around waiting for the Grim Reaper or a Blue-Cross Saver Day at Debenhams. The air was full of vultures waiting for an easy meal.
by Wizards Sleeve May 30, 2005
Yet another term for anal sex. This one is when that damn old asshole is a big hairy bastard - like a spider. As found on dirty women who don't know Jack shit about shaving.
Dude 1: "That new chick from Accounts? She's one hairy bitch!"
Dude 2: "Yeah! Time to go spidering, Dawg!"
Dude 2: "Yeah! Time to go spidering, Dawg!"
by Wizards Sleeve January 29, 2007
Yet another term for anal sex. This one is when that damn old asshole is a big hairy bastard - like a spider. As found on dirty women who don't know Jack Shit about shaving.
Dude 1: "That new chick from Accounts? She's one hairy bitch!"
Dude 2: "Yeah! Time to go spidering, Dawg!"
Dude 2: "Yeah! Time to go spidering, Dawg!"
by Wizards Sleeve January 31, 2007
Describes a very boring person. One who is so lame, they would happily watch the vapour from freshly dumped excrement rather than have a life. An accountant maybe.
Dude 1: "So how's you new job? Good boss?"
Dude 2: "Total bummer man! The boss would watch shit steam rather than do anything useful!"
Dude 2: "Total bummer man! The boss would watch shit steam rather than do anything useful!"
by Wizards Sleeve January 04, 2007
Having a woman sitting on your face. A woman with a very large hairy bush. And if she is a red-head, it is a perfect fox hat.
by Wizards Sleeve March 04, 2007