Morbid fear of Rube Goldberg devices, elaborate systems built from everyday objects to convey mechanical energy across a given distance.
The candle burns the string which releases the hammer to knock the golf ball down the chute where it sends the row of nails rolling on their heads into each other and then ... oh NOOOOOOOO!!!!! I've got auromontanomoriphobia, get me out of here!
by Fearman September 07, 2007
Get the auromontanomoriphobiamug. by Fearman May 24, 2008
Get the hypocrisymug. 1. A prostitute, specifically a term used in the United States to describe a woman who sells her sex on the streets or roads as opposed to a higher-class call girl, brothel worker or one man's mistress.
2. A traditional sailing vessel most often associated with Galway Bay, Ireland. Typically with a broad, stout timber hull and red or occasionally black sails. Used to transport turf (peat), hay, livestock and other goods along the coast and out to the Aran and other islands. Connection to the first definition of hooker is hazy at best.
2. A traditional sailing vessel most often associated with Galway Bay, Ireland. Typically with a broad, stout timber hull and red or occasionally black sails. Used to transport turf (peat), hay, livestock and other goods along the coast and out to the Aran and other islands. Connection to the first definition of hooker is hazy at best.
You can pick up a hooker for fifty bucks on the way out of town.
The Galway Hookers used to run a race between Galway port and Kinvara.
The Galway Hookers used to run a race between Galway port and Kinvara.
by Fearman January 11, 2008
Get the hookermug. Old expression found in Ireland (or the backwoods of County Clare at any rate), translating roughly as "don't laugh at others, you'll do something stupid/ get old and crotchety/ otherwise get into a fine state youself and wouldn't like being laughed at."
by Fearman March 19, 2008
Get the mocking is catchingmug. Someone from a family which has grown astronomically wealthy in the oil business, who has never had to work a tap in their life, and who may very well decide that they have nothing better to do with their free time than claim to be in touch with divinity, get a load of gullible people to follow them, and set about murdering innocent bystanders by the thousands. The two best known oil brats in the world at the time of writing reside (1) in the White House, and (2) probably somewhere in Afghanistan.
Advice on oil brats; don't vote for them, don't die for them, don't kill for them, certainly don't piss on them if they're on fire, leave them well enough alone.
by Fearman October 01, 2007
Get the oil bratmug. Here come the two gorgeous dinosaurs who are voluptuously happy together, and on a lead behind them their little Lickalotapus Rex.
by Fearman December 23, 2007
Get the Lickalotapus Rexmug. Popular expression in Dublin, Ireland for the piece of commemorative art set up to mark the passing of the second millennium CE: a steel spike approximately 400 feet high, rising out of a traffic island in the centre of the dual thoroughfare of O'Connell Street on the north bank of the Liffey. It is circular in cross section, ten feet across at the base and decorated near street level with wavy frosted/reflective shapes, tapering to about ten inches at the tip, lit with a ring of red lights halfway up and a stream of white ones at the top. It takes the place of a removed statue of the figure of Anna Livia (female symbol of the River Liffey) in a fountain, previously known as the "floozie in the jacuzzi." The Spike is also known as the Spike on the Dike and/or the Stiffey on the Liffey. It is popularly supposed to be a monument to the street's night-time heroin addicts, although an alternative explanation would be that it is a symbolic memo spike for Taoiseach (Prime Minister) Bertie Aherne's hotel bills. In case anyone tries flying a jetliner into it a la 9/11, it is purely a metal spike, not an inhabited building; there isn't even a public elevator and observation deck like there is on the Eiffel Tower, or anything. Still, in a certain summer evening light it can have a certain surreal charm.
The stiletto in the ghetto isn't bad, but I think the crane they used to haul it up looked waaay better.
by Fearman December 10, 2007
Get the stiletto in the ghettomug.