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 August 16, 2008
We called Wes to see if he wanted to go to the bar, but he never answered his cell. I believe he was too busy squeezing the iguana.
by bullet88 January 10, 2009
Tyrone carried his nigger breifcase on his shoulder wherever he went, to breakdance, jam on the skreet, or party wif some Colt 45 at the park. It was his prized pocession.
by bullet88 August 27, 2008
Social misfit incapable of meaningful interaction with other members of the same species. Mostly males with no physical skills, limited intellectual ability and lacking any tact or empathy.
Wesley lived in his mothers spare bedroom and had aluminum foil blocking the windows. He graduated from a small junior college but never had friends, a job and had not spoken to a female since grade school. Living off Mom's SS disability check, he hasn't bathed or shaved in months, his diet consists only of junk food and high sugar and caffeine drinks and being hairy and obese resembled a mammoth. Like a vampire he was pasty white and avoided contact with the sun. He was a classic Woolly Gimp.
by bullet88 June 11, 2009
Almost every rugby club has at one time encountered a rugby rogue. this traveling scumbag appears at practice or a match and joins the club willing to assist in the collective efforts. He is usually a piggy, and has a trade, like a carpenter or electrician, and finds a place to live with some of the batchleor players. Within a year, he leaves without notice, absconding with property and funds belonging to the roommates and the club.
Last year Rich started playing with us, and moved in with Android and Buddha. We should have been known that he was a rugby rogue since he was 35 and pocessed only a kit, some clothes and a 15 year-old Dodge truck. He sold $400 worth of raffle tickets, did not turn in any of the stubs or the money, and when we went to the house he was gone and so was Buddha's stereo and Android's furniture.
by bullet88 July 18, 2009
by bullet88 March 11, 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