1. (With capital) forename of Mr. Fett, the bounty hunter of Star Wars fame who helps trap Han Solo at the climax of Episode V: The Empire Strikes Back.
2. Breasts, tits, norks, boobs, etc.,
3. Rounded creamy-sugary floating ball found in various kinds of drinks.
2. Breasts, tits, norks, boobs, etc.,
3. Rounded creamy-sugary floating ball found in various kinds of drinks.
Boba's even worse than his father Jango.
She has a cute ass and two really nice, firm bobas up front.
There are two or three bobas floating in my cappucino.
She has a cute ass and two really nice, firm bobas up front.
There are two or three bobas floating in my cappucino.
by Fearman April 01, 2008
Get the bobamug. The sort of intelligence possessed by narcissists who spend half the time guffing about how mentally developed they are and spend the other half making the same stupid mistakes ... again and again and again. From the so-called Law of Infinitesimals followed in preparing homeopathic doses, which alleges that the more medicine there is in the medicine, the less medicine there is in the medicine, and vice versa.
Sarah told me how stupid all her classmates are, and then went off to shell out for another month of mildew under her cowboy landlord. She has plenty of intelligence, does ol' Sarah, but I'm afraid it's mostly homeopathic intelligence.
by Fearman April 10, 2008
Get the homeopathic intelligencemug. The belief that children who are abused (emotionally, physically or sexually) inevitably go on to abuse any children they have themselves. Thought up by an abusive and deeply narcissistic parent who wanted to dismiss any misgivings on their own or their offspring's part as the idealism of green and inexperienced minds, and who held to the belief that if everyone does something it must be OK. Truly adult minds are not impressed by such phony reasoning. If the family rod hypothesis were true, the human race would rapidly be descending into violent dysfunction, with new traditions of bully-boys being established as the old ones persisted. A rather dangerous idea in the age of the multi-megatonne thermonuclear warhead, don't you think?
by Fearman May 28, 2008
Get the family rod hypothesismug. A snowclone often used in New Age, pseudoscientific or borderline fields to cast a warm glow over the enterprise in question. Meant to imply, usually fallaciously, that the real scientists or professionals are missing out on something that their clients urgently need, or at least want very very badly but for some arcane reason are unable or afraid to articulate.
Examples of phrases using the "verb the whole object" construction would be:
"Alternative" practitioners treat the whole patient. (Unlike those bloody doctors, of course.)
Home birth widwifes read the whole woman.
Organic caterers use the whole plant. (I wonder if they make rhubarb crumble).
"Alternative" practitioners treat the whole patient. (Unlike those bloody doctors, of course.)
Home birth widwifes read the whole woman.
Organic caterers use the whole plant. (I wonder if they make rhubarb crumble).
by Fearman February 23, 2008
Get the verb the whole objectmug. Alternative genre of Harry Potter fandom featuring story lines in which the Dark Lord Voldemort turns out to be Harry's dad. Influenced by an obscure line of space adventure movies coming from southern California via Tunisia, Italy and Norway, inter alia.
Typical scene from the vaults of Darth Voldism:
Voldemort scanned the graveyard with his glaring red eyes, the snowy whiteness of his face twitching as he looked about for that annoying teenager. If only he could be made to understand, everything would be so simple ...,
He turned down a blind alley of tombstones backed with impenetrable briars, and there was Harry in front of him.
Harry swallowed hard and levelled his wand, but he did not unleash anything Voldemort's way, no doubt foolish and desperate enough to expect Voldemort to say something that might help Harry out of this impasse.
Yet Voldemort was not about to try any unwarranted aggression, and in fact when he spoke his voice was almost gentle.
"Why do you insist on running, Harry? Why don't you join me? You know it is futile to resist. Join me, and together we can rule the worlds of wizards and Muggles alike. There is nothing we cannot do ...,"
"I'll never join you", Harry said. "Never! Do you hear? I'm not like you at all."
"Ahh", said Voldemort, "but Albus never told you the truth, did he? About what really happened on that night fourteen years ago ...,"
"He told me enough. You're a mass murderer. You've slaughtered hundreds of wizards. You murdered my parents. You murdered my mother. You killed my father."
At that, Voldemort's face grew solemn and a little sad. Holding his wand aside, he spread his arms in greeting.
"No, Harry. I did not kill your father. I ... AM your father."
"NNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNOOOOOOOOOO OOOOOOOOOOOOOOO OOOOOOOOO OOOOOOOOOOOOO OOOOOOOOOOOOOOO OOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!"
Voldemort scanned the graveyard with his glaring red eyes, the snowy whiteness of his face twitching as he looked about for that annoying teenager. If only he could be made to understand, everything would be so simple ...,
He turned down a blind alley of tombstones backed with impenetrable briars, and there was Harry in front of him.
Harry swallowed hard and levelled his wand, but he did not unleash anything Voldemort's way, no doubt foolish and desperate enough to expect Voldemort to say something that might help Harry out of this impasse.
Yet Voldemort was not about to try any unwarranted aggression, and in fact when he spoke his voice was almost gentle.
"Why do you insist on running, Harry? Why don't you join me? You know it is futile to resist. Join me, and together we can rule the worlds of wizards and Muggles alike. There is nothing we cannot do ...,"
"I'll never join you", Harry said. "Never! Do you hear? I'm not like you at all."
"Ahh", said Voldemort, "but Albus never told you the truth, did he? About what really happened on that night fourteen years ago ...,"
"He told me enough. You're a mass murderer. You've slaughtered hundreds of wizards. You murdered my parents. You murdered my mother. You killed my father."
At that, Voldemort's face grew solemn and a little sad. Holding his wand aside, he spread his arms in greeting.
"No, Harry. I did not kill your father. I ... AM your father."
"NNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNOOOOOOOOOO OOOOOOOOOOOOOOO OOOOOOOOO OOOOOOOOOOOOO OOOOOOOOOOOOOOO OOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!"
by Fearman January 07, 2008
Get the Darth Voldismmug. 1. Period of mostly low-key or cultural brinkmanship between the United States and (most typically) the now-defunct Soviet Union, which formally ended in 1991 and had been going on since 1946 or 1917, depending on who you ask. Occasionally got hot or at least fairly warm in places like Vietnam, Berlin or Korea. Supposedly the fight between democracy and Communism, but nobody hears about such brinkmanship with China these days.
2. Any protracted, sullen standoff between people.
3. The ongoing medical attack on the vast family of rhinoviruses responsible for a condition known medically as acute nasopharyngitis.
2. Any protracted, sullen standoff between people.
3. The ongoing medical attack on the vast family of rhinoviruses responsible for a condition known medically as acute nasopharyngitis.
They were Cold War kids, growing up in the 1970s.
There's a bit of a cold war between Jim and his parents these days.
They're still fighting the cold war, but for the moment we'll have to deal with blocked noses on a personal basis.
There's a bit of a cold war between Jim and his parents these days.
They're still fighting the cold war, but for the moment we'll have to deal with blocked noses on a personal basis.
by Fearman December 16, 2007
Get the Cold Warmug. To toss/drop a beer glass over the side of a balcony on pub customers below, esp. if this results in injuries downstairs. May be accidental, but strictly speaking is intended to provide a pretext for the dropper to come downstairs, claim to be upset, and escalate the punch-up. From the stunt pulled by Francis Begbie in the 1996 classic movie, Trainspotting. At its classiest when the glass is thrown nonchalantly over the shoulder, like a pinch of salt.
That fellah over there with the scars down one side of his face is leaning over the rail with his Erdinger glass in one hand and has a look of sick anticipation in his eyes. I suspect he may be about to do a Begbie on the broad with the big boobs and the red T-shirt.
by Fearman April 10, 2008
Get the do a Begbiemug.