A confused artist but a genius. Distinctly gay (and I mean that in the most admiring way), but claimed to admire Franco, who was a fat little upstart. Painted perhaps the most famous artworks to join the Surrealist canon. Never got on with self-styled Surrealist Pope Andre Breton, who cynically pointed out that Dali's name was an anagram for "Avida Dollars". Then again, have you ever heard of a line of perfume called "Andre Breton"? No, I didn't think so. Gave his paintings long-winded titles that made their puzzling complexity all the more puzzling, and in whatever afterlife awaits Surrealist genius, his eyes are surely sparkling mischievously at the nonsense that academics are spouting about his sexuality. Well known for his antenna-moustache, his penchant for walking his pet lobster up the Rue de Rivoli, and his motifs of flyblown donkeys, ants, melting watches, crutches, conical anamorphoses of the Spectres of Voltaire, and all the rest. Without him, Ozzy Ozbourne would never have bitten a bat. Referenced in all the best rock songs from U2 to Queen. Worked with Luis Bunuel on L'Age d'Or and Un Chien Andalou (The Golden Age and An Andalucian Dog), two waaay cool movies. His antennae were the vibrissa of the world, and Cadaques was its nose. He promised to eat his wife Gala after she died, which contributed to her longevity. He said the only difference between himself and a madman was that he was not mad, and paranoiac-critically speaking, he was right.
Salvador Dali. Yaaaaaaaaaaayyyyy Salvador.
by Fearman August 25, 2007
Extreme form of wingnut or screwball. Used of such varied figures as Timothy Treadwell, Anne Coulter or Fred Phelps, as well as countless less famous or infamous personalities.
After decades of fad diets, an addiction to homeopathy and an unbreakable certainty that the world is jointly in the hands of the Jews, the Masons, the Rosicrucians and green lizards from zeta reticuli f, you can understand that my sister is a complete wingnutscrewballsup.
by Fearman April 04, 2008
by Fearman November 02, 2007
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
Used of something or someone unsuited to a given environment, placed there hopefully for well-intended reasons but left defenceless. From a decision by the relevant authorities in Dublin, Ireland in recent years to mount life-size statues of cows in various media and colours in outdoor locations throughout the centre of the city. The cows were soon vandalised, including one dainty little critter with an elaborate design of cut glass that was left, as you do, in one of the less salubrious areas of the city centre and promptly smashed.
She left little Johnny off at school to face the roughest class in the place, like a crystal cow in knackerland.
by Fearman February 10, 2008
Used of someone who is living beyond their means. Their wealth is purely in their head and implicit in their attitude.
She can't afford the rent and just bought herself a state-of-the-art computer system on credit. She's rich from the neck up.
by Fearman August 09, 2007
Twentieth largest island on the planet. West of Great Britain. Home to Brendan Behan, U2 and the original Guinness brewery. Used to get most of the rain in Europe, now thankfully changing due to global warming, proving that it is an ill wind and all that. Exports include the above rock group, an above average slice (for the island's population) of the world's greatest writers, the above dark beverage with a creamy head on, oodles of women with unwanted pregnancies, a few deliveries of Semtex, milk, beef, and formerly, streams of missionaries. Currently is the grip of a "tiger economy" which doesn't seem so feline if you leave out the wobbly property market. Wouldn't be such a bad place if it wasn't for Limerick and a couple of places in the Six Counties.
by Fearman November 24, 2007