angry piece of shit's definitions
This band, among many other image-orientated bands, are absolute crap. They do really nothin new with the sounds they try to emulate other than put a really crappy tone and thier singer, affectionately known as "Oli" Sykes to his major fan base of weird fat chicks plus strangely hot ones is possibly the Devil's Incarnate. Although this religious connotation is not true, it is basically just another way of proclaiming his awkward/skinny retardedness to the rest of the world.
A Traditional Oli Sykes Song, Written by Himself:
"ARGGH!!! IM SO FUCKING SHIT!!!
I DON'T REALLY SING ABOUT ANYTHING IMPORTANT, AS I'VE HAD A RELATIVELY GOOD LIFE YET JUST HATE MY PARENTS FOR BRINGING ME INTO THIS FUCKED-UP-WORLD!!! (cue ultimately retarded and out of place breakdown)
I BET YOU ALL LOVE THE FACT THAT I ALMOST SOUND LIKE I AM CRYING!!! I HATE YOU AND YOUR FACE!!! FUCK YOUR FAMILY!!! IMA PISS ON YO' NECK BIATCH!!! (cue out of place and ultimately retarded pig squeal)
BLARRRRRRRRG!
FUCK YOU AND YOUR PARENTS!!! EEEGGG!!!"
A Traditional Conversation Between Two People Who Have Intellect and Tasteful Tastes:
Hoob: "Hey, want to go and see a concert in Bloogtown?"
Leebgoff: "Maybe, who's going?"
Hoob: "Tool, Opeth, The Mars Volta, Led Zepellin, The Beatles, The Eagles, The Rolling Stones, Metallica, Megadeth, Coldplay, Mastodon, a couple of lesser known bands who are still amazingly awesome such as Between the Buried and Me, H20, Parkway Drive, Protest the Hero and The Sword."
Leebgoff: "Hold on, what's the catch?"
Hoob: "Bring Me The Horizon."
Leebgoff: "Ah, I'll just stay home and slit my wrists."
"ARGGH!!! IM SO FUCKING SHIT!!!
I DON'T REALLY SING ABOUT ANYTHING IMPORTANT, AS I'VE HAD A RELATIVELY GOOD LIFE YET JUST HATE MY PARENTS FOR BRINGING ME INTO THIS FUCKED-UP-WORLD!!! (cue ultimately retarded and out of place breakdown)
I BET YOU ALL LOVE THE FACT THAT I ALMOST SOUND LIKE I AM CRYING!!! I HATE YOU AND YOUR FACE!!! FUCK YOUR FAMILY!!! IMA PISS ON YO' NECK BIATCH!!! (cue out of place and ultimately retarded pig squeal)
BLARRRRRRRRG!
FUCK YOU AND YOUR PARENTS!!! EEEGGG!!!"
A Traditional Conversation Between Two People Who Have Intellect and Tasteful Tastes:
Hoob: "Hey, want to go and see a concert in Bloogtown?"
Leebgoff: "Maybe, who's going?"
Hoob: "Tool, Opeth, The Mars Volta, Led Zepellin, The Beatles, The Eagles, The Rolling Stones, Metallica, Megadeth, Coldplay, Mastodon, a couple of lesser known bands who are still amazingly awesome such as Between the Buried and Me, H20, Parkway Drive, Protest the Hero and The Sword."
Leebgoff: "Hold on, what's the catch?"
Hoob: "Bring Me The Horizon."
Leebgoff: "Ah, I'll just stay home and slit my wrists."
by angry piece of shit October 5, 2009
Get the Bring Me The Horizonmug. This form of physical activity is the best. One will do nothing important for hours on end......... until they come to a point where they realise that they have nothing to do. The subject will realise, that as a result of doing nothing, they will eventually get pissed off and tired because they have done nothing at all, all day.
Despite this, one will repeatedly do nothing and partake in the act of laziness, and they will never realise or care about the long term effects.
Despite this, one will repeatedly do nothing and partake in the act of laziness, and they will never realise or care about the long term effects.
Moof: "Can't you get up and do something, you fat ugly shit?"
Geeg: "Hey man, fuck you. 'The View' is on and Whitney Houston has stiff nips."
Moof: "Well... do you wanna do something afterwards?"
Geeg: "Na... I'm gonna play horde on GoW2."
Moof: "What a prick you are, Geeg."
*Geeg is the epitomy of laziness here*
Doctor Beef: "Well, I'm sorry Mrs. Boofson, but your son, as a result of his ongoing laziness, has become ingrained to the chair."
Mrs. Boofson: "Oh, oh my god... My Geeg, my little Geeg..."
Beef: "Yes, he will never get up, ever again. Like, seriously bitch, he doesn't need anything. His autonomy is in complete equilibrium - he doesn't need food, water, a change of clothes - he just wont move. He, quite possibly, will live forever."
Geeg: "Hey man, fuck you. 'The View' is on and Whitney Houston has stiff nips."
Moof: "Well... do you wanna do something afterwards?"
Geeg: "Na... I'm gonna play horde on GoW2."
Moof: "What a prick you are, Geeg."
*Geeg is the epitomy of laziness here*
Doctor Beef: "Well, I'm sorry Mrs. Boofson, but your son, as a result of his ongoing laziness, has become ingrained to the chair."
Mrs. Boofson: "Oh, oh my god... My Geeg, my little Geeg..."
Beef: "Yes, he will never get up, ever again. Like, seriously bitch, he doesn't need anything. His autonomy is in complete equilibrium - he doesn't need food, water, a change of clothes - he just wont move. He, quite possibly, will live forever."
by angry piece of shit October 6, 2009
Get the Lazinessmug. Similar to the above definition, the act of "doing physics" can be the most productive, yet time-wasting moments of one's life.
Similar to Doing Nothing, it involves nothing, nothing, more nothing, wank, Call of Duty, nothing, nothing, wank, reassurance of parents that you are actually doing physics, wank, nothing, finally followed by a wanktathlon in which the subject is bone dry of energy and stamina, hence they p00n n00B$ on COD for three hours.
Similar to Doing Nothing, it involves nothing, nothing, more nothing, wank, Call of Duty, nothing, nothing, wank, reassurance of parents that you are actually doing physics, wank, nothing, finally followed by a wanktathlon in which the subject is bone dry of energy and stamina, hence they p00n n00B$ on COD for three hours.
Mum (calls out to Sam who is on the toilet): "Sam! Are you doing physics?"
Sam (in a dry exasperated tone, separated by quick and irregular breathing, usually associated with masturbating): "Yeah... ah.. ahah... gergghh... it's ahh... going well... jerhg... meheh... foooahhh..."
Sam (in a dry exasperated tone, separated by quick and irregular breathing, usually associated with masturbating): "Yeah... ah.. ahah... gergghh... it's ahh... going well... jerhg... meheh... foooahhh..."
by angry piece of shit October 1, 2009
Get the doing physicsmug. A Friendly Neighbourhood Dead Guy is usually a random person, who is now dead, that nobody can be bothered picking up.
The Dead Guy will, after a number of weeks, become a member of that society despite his obvious death and putrid stench.
A Friendly Neighbourhood Dead Guy's history can only be assumed by locals, and a main conclusion drawn between citizens is that they are drifters scalped for their body parts which usually explains the entrails often hanging out of the Dead Guy's face.
The Dead Guy will, after a number of weeks, become a member of that society despite his obvious death and putrid stench.
A Friendly Neighbourhood Dead Guy's history can only be assumed by locals, and a main conclusion drawn between citizens is that they are drifters scalped for their body parts which usually explains the entrails often hanging out of the Dead Guy's face.
Roger: "Darn, I love not doing anything morally correct in society! Oh hello, Friendly Neighbourhood Dead Guy!"
Friendly Neighbourhood Dead Guy: "..."
Patricia: "Doesn't anyone think we should pick him up? Give him a burial service? Some sort of recognition?"
Constable Williams: "Haha, Patricia, you make me laugh. He's the Friendly Neighbourhood Dead Guy, and thats all the recognition he deserves."
Friendly Neighbourhood Dead Guy: "..."
Patricia: "Doesn't anyone think we should pick him up? Give him a burial service? Some sort of recognition?"
Constable Williams: "Haha, Patricia, you make me laugh. He's the Friendly Neighbourhood Dead Guy, and thats all the recognition he deserves."
by angry piece of shit October 3, 2009
Get the Friendly Neighbourhood Dead Guymug.