An unfortunate medical condition often leading to the sufferer experiencing a drippy tiddler. Often resulting in having to wear wet pants, which give off acrid steam if too close to a radiator.
Origin: Eck Static and Bloomin' Press of The Filth.
Origin: Eck Static and Bloomin' Press of The Filth.
by chris wheelie April 28, 2005

Vulgar term for the anus, rectum and bowels. Named after the main character's transportation machine in the popular UK Sci-Fi programme "Dr.Who". The 'tardis' held a lot more than it looked from the outside.
by chris wheelie April 28, 2005

Birmingham, circa 1994.
Became a nickname to which I have been cursed, not due to my practising said 'art', but through an innocent mispronounciation of my surname. I'm stuck with it.
Became a nickname to which I have been cursed, not due to my practising said 'art', but through an innocent mispronounciation of my surname. I'm stuck with it.
Man: (at door of concert): "I've come to see Chris..."
Woman: (on door) "Chris who?"
Man: "Erm... Chris.... Felcher??"
Woman: (on door) "Chris who?"
Man: "Erm... Chris.... Felcher??"
by chris wheelie April 21, 2005

From the mid to late 1970s. When a person has eaten their fill of a meal, their body creates an inner shudder at the thought of a further mouthful.
"Would you care for a wafer-thin mint, Mr. Kreosote?"
"No thanks you, I've just had a spasm, I couldn't eat another thing".
"No thanks you, I've just had a spasm, I couldn't eat another thing".
by chris wheelie April 21, 2005

Female genitalia. Have only ever heard this phrase used by Sex Pistols' guitarist Steve Jones, whilst on an American Radio Station. Possibly originating from South London & The Home Counties circa 1960s, though sounds of a much earlier century, perhaps 18th?
by chris wheelie April 21, 2005

The ultimate degree to which an individual is pummelled/ kicked-in/ beaten-up... The last word in a complete and utter kicking... Of UK origin but, believe me, there is no escape...
Goodness! You should've seen those old/bald geezers going mental... After reading that embarrassing and patronizing claptrap penned by Ethan P., the creaky fellas went apeshit and kicked seven shades of shit out of him. Everyone applauded, including the pacifists. That'll make the ageist cunt think twice before spouting such drivel again.
by Chris Wheelie September 16, 2005

by chris wheelie April 28, 2005
