When nothing but an innocent errant space splits a proper noun and turns it into a sadistic command to kill
It was just a matter of time before a simple typo, Ed die, got him arrested for ordering the death of Axel Foley, arguably the most famous cop in Beverly Hills.
by You rReal Name July 08, 2020
The abhorrent way some people abuse our court systems to their personal advantage by saying, writing and doing things to waste time and frustrate and impoverish their enemies.
He had a certain style, a vexattitude that looked to a REAL lawyer like he was just using the Courts as his personal playground in retirement. So, REAL lawyers tended to just have the cops cool him off in jail every few months.
by You rReal Name June 25, 2020
Any attempt, oral, video, spoken word, hieroglyph'd or written, to explain a who?morous use of ANY language to an audience (aka: a group of Ingolstadt autoviles) which may not be of a similar mind.
"I was in a crowd so dimly lit by the cheap Chinese LED bulbs of 21st century education that I found myself having to give expunation after expunation, and yet, I was STILL not satisfied they groaned loudly enough. Perhaps they were not groaned up enough to understand at that age. I am thinking to sue and ask for expunitive damages."
by You rReal Name November 22, 2019
To calmly, rationally wait for the rest of the world to catch up with me. To never lose my cool while the madness dissolves and we then march on together into a better world.
I have this crazy idea that my rights are being denied by a group of people who want me to shut up about their crimes. So, I’m Biden my time while they run out of new things to try. Soon they will agree with me and we can move on to a better life together.
by You rReal Name November 14, 2020
If a person, say an author, is well spoken and writes a lot of books, he is called prolific. But, an ordinary person who writes well, but rarely and not in detail... he shall be referred to as amateurlific. He can carry on a written conversation fairly well, but the castle he builds with his prose tend to most often be made of sand. He fails to write enough detail, but fortunately for his readers, he chooses to write infrequently so they let him get away with it.
Bob often was self-described as knowing an extraordinary amount about everything, whereas his blog lacked detail and in all other ways was equally amateurlific. He lacked content, and detail. He often promised, but he never really delivered. Little Leaguer.
by You rReal Name June 24, 2020
What a tomcat who can’t spell calls the stuff he exudes when sufficiently sexually stimulated by a particularly cute pussy.
Tweetybird had to perch quietly while Sylvester moaned, groaned and ultimately climaxed in a spray of catachism he directed at least at the correct end of the pussy presented to him.
by You rReal Name January 05, 2021
The first in a planned series of personalized brain surgeries which remove all traces of the common character traits of all the Bobs you ever knew. The steadfastness and resolve of the “Robert”, and the good looks and endearments of “Rob” in him are left alone, but all the fun-loving eccentricities and the “no pun left behind” attitude simply disappear on the cutting room floor. If the clinic is proven to successfully restructure Bob, the Joebotomy will arrive in time for the election. Any old Joe you choose can be transformed with a few deft cuts to become Barack or Bill-like at the molecular level. The Flobotomy follows and offers back a serious insurance agent where once only a floozy lived.
Bob had tried all of the run of the mill brain surgeries to make himself more docile, less irritating...but when the Bobotomy was introduced in ‘19 he was first in line for it and he was able to live a benign yet fruitful life. Never again would the world be subjected to bad puns and childish practical jokes.
by You rReal Name August 19, 2020