~Listen, you can't snog her if she's passed out man.~
~Lets go mack in the back seat~
~I don't french. I Italian.~
~Hey baby, lets make some sweet sweet lip lovin'~
*afterwards* ~HUBBA HUBBA HUBBA~
~Lets go mack in the back seat~
~I don't french. I Italian.~
~Hey baby, lets make some sweet sweet lip lovin'~
*afterwards* ~HUBBA HUBBA HUBBA~
by Anonymous March 29, 2003
Hrrb is an onomatopoeia that a tomato makes while existing. It is distinct from other such tomato onomatopoeiae like 'sqwirsch' and 'splat', in that they are made specifically from actions involving the deformation, up to and including destruction of the tomato, whereas 'hrrb' is simply the sound a tomato makes while in an existentially stable state. Situations where one could reasonably expect to observe a tomato emitting this onomatopoeia are: while growing healthily on its vine; sitting in the produce aisle waiting to be bought; ripening on a window sill; sitting on a cutting board prior to, but not including throughout, or after culinary preparation. Pronunciation is homophonous to 'herb', which coincidentally, are ideal complements to most tomato-based dishes. As it is much like a low humming sound, when tomatoes are in large quantities their onomatopoeiae will bleed into one another, creating an unsettling dull roar within their immediate vicinity.
by AnOnymous September 14, 2013
"Hello, I'm looking for a man whose last name is Dover, first name Ben."
"Just one second... Hey, is there a Ben Dover here? Hey, Ben Dover!"
"With pleasure, lunchmeat!"
"Ahhhh!"
"Hahahahah"
"Listen here, you punk. If I ever find out where you live, you are going to have a belly full of rusty knives."
"Just one second... Hey, is there a Ben Dover here? Hey, Ben Dover!"
"With pleasure, lunchmeat!"
"Ahhhh!"
"Hahahahah"
"Listen here, you punk. If I ever find out where you live, you are going to have a belly full of rusty knives."
by Anonymous May 15, 2003
by Anonymous March 22, 2003