when I arrived home, after a night of drinking, my sister starting bitchin' and raising hell. I was in no mood for that, so on the way into my room I dropped trou and gave her the double ham salute
by bullet88 October 10, 2008
a person that talks constantly without saying anything. This person does not have conversations with others, and is not at all concerned about anyone elses situation, they are only interested in hearing there own voice.
Our sister Carol came over today and talked nonstop, never asked a question, interupted us everytime we attempted to talked, and changed the subject to herself anytime someone else tried to speak. She is nothing but a transmitter
by bullet88 April 01, 2009
A friend, associate or colleauge that plays one particular or a small number of popular songs repetitively to the point of distraction.
Wes got the new Kings of Leon CD and he plays it right next to me in my cube over and over again. He has played the damn thing four or more times every day for the last two months like an eight year old with a new Raffi DVD. I used to like it, but I hope I never hear it again. He really has the Raffi Syndrome.
by bullet88 April 09, 2009
Sunday afternoon bicycle ride to a number of local pubs for a pint or two at each. Starting at home, looping around a section of the city stopping at your favorite pubs heading back home hopefully intact.
On Sunday afternoon's if the weather is decent we'll ride from home and go downtown along the river for a pint at a couple of pubs, and loop around the city through midtown at a few more palces until we arive home with a nice buzz. It is a pleasant beer loop.
by bullet88 May 29, 2009
overly agressive bisexual man
When I saw Matthew coming out of Troopers, the gay bar, draging an effete young thing on Friday, and then saw him hustling Melisa on Saturday night, pinning her in between the pinball machines, I knew the rumours of Matthew being a bull fruit, willing to screw anything, where true
by bullet88 July 18, 2009
Leslee's pussy smelled like the morning dew and tasted like honey but her friend Fran's smelled like shrimp shells left out in the sun and tasted like a pair of old running shoes recovered from a garbage dump. Leslee had a mackerel factor of zero, while Fran had a mackerel factor of ten.
by bullet88 August 21, 2008
by bullet88 August 04, 2010