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Quincy: Yo, homie! I got me a ̲̅$̲̅(̲̅ιοο̲̅)̲̅$̲̅!
Jack: Fuck shit yes, what you gonna do wit it?
Quincy: Shit, boy, I think I'ma go get some chron! You wanna go hit that shit up?
Jack: Hells yeah, I be over in five.
Quincy: Yo, homie! I got me a ̲̅$̲̅(̲̅ιοο̲̅)̲̅$̲̅!
Jack: Fuck shit yes, what you gonna do wit it?
Quincy: Shit, boy, I think I'ma go get some chron! You wanna go hit that shit up?
Jack: Hells yeah, I be over in five.
by fubsish October 16, 2009
Get the [̲̅$̲̅(̲̅ιοο̲̅)̲̅$̲̅]mug. A condition by which the person affected is always dropping cases, be it CD cases, photo frames, or really anything else that should not be dropped.
John dropped my fucking thirty dollar CD case! I just paid for that thing, and it's broken! That mofo is case sensitive.
by fubsish December 9, 2009
Get the Case sensitivemug. Ben: You better have my $$ by Friday.
Ryan: $$?
Ben: Money Money.
Ryan: You could've just said that.
Ben: I still want my $$ by Friday.
Ryan: Tay.
Ryan: $$?
Ben: Money Money.
Ryan: You could've just said that.
Ben: I still want my $$ by Friday.
Ryan: Tay.
by fubsish September 23, 2009
Get the $$mug. A phrase used by parents of, or by, a failing student when referring to their shitty grades. Usually because they refuse to admit that said student is a lazy bum who won't study. Usually these students are "special".
Mr. Lala: Well, Mrs. Smith, to be frank, Billy has a 28% in my chemistry class.
Mrs. Smith: What??! That's some load of crap, Mister! I mean, look at his textbook! It's useless! It's a useless textbook!
Mr. Lala: ...But he doesn't even pay attention in class. And all of his homework is incomplete.
Mrs. Smith: I'll have your job for this!!
Mrs. Smith: What??! That's some load of crap, Mister! I mean, look at his textbook! It's useless! It's a useless textbook!
Mr. Lala: ...But he doesn't even pay attention in class. And all of his homework is incomplete.
Mrs. Smith: I'll have your job for this!!
by fubsish September 9, 2009
Get the Useless Textbookmug. A stoner who isn't that tight with all the other stoners, or the new guy in the click. He is sent to buy the papers, get the food, bring the entertainment, grab the pipes, etc.
He is called a "bamboo bitch" because the new stoner is calm and rather indifferent, as he knows he cannot upset his only source (for the time being) of drugs, and because pandas have these same qualities (bamboo being a panda's primary source of food). He is a bitch because he does everything for everybody else.
He is called a "bamboo bitch" because the new stoner is calm and rather indifferent, as he knows he cannot upset his only source (for the time being) of drugs, and because pandas have these same qualities (bamboo being a panda's primary source of food). He is a bitch because he does everything for everybody else.
by fubsish October 6, 2009
Get the Bamboo Bitchmug. by fubsish July 20, 2010
Get the Shame Guardmug. There are several parts to this act, and it evolves over the course of several months. Please, do read on;
1. First, you shit in a large 1-gallon plastic baggy for roughly a week. Be sure to seal this in an even larger baggy, as to keep it from bursting prematurely. A good diet to get your shit to the right consistency is very spicy Indian food.
2. Next, you take said bag and put it under your furnace for about a month. Be sure to check it every once in a while. If you smell bad kung pao, then you know that you've got a mess to clean up.
3. After allowing the plastic to melt with it's age and heat exposure, you take this, by now moldy, sack of shit, and sneak up on a friend.
4. You tap this friend on the shoulder. As they turn around, you slap 'em right in the face with the sack. Because said sack is rather old and weak, it will involuntarily explode, covering you and your friend in a hot moldy residue of three months of carefully planned ANGER.
1. First, you shit in a large 1-gallon plastic baggy for roughly a week. Be sure to seal this in an even larger baggy, as to keep it from bursting prematurely. A good diet to get your shit to the right consistency is very spicy Indian food.
2. Next, you take said bag and put it under your furnace for about a month. Be sure to check it every once in a while. If you smell bad kung pao, then you know that you've got a mess to clean up.
3. After allowing the plastic to melt with it's age and heat exposure, you take this, by now moldy, sack of shit, and sneak up on a friend.
4. You tap this friend on the shoulder. As they turn around, you slap 'em right in the face with the sack. Because said sack is rather old and weak, it will involuntarily explode, covering you and your friend in a hot moldy residue of three months of carefully planned ANGER.
I hit Joel with an Italian Hot Pocket the other day. I don't think the smell will come off of him until all his skin has peeled off in another, oh, lets say three years.
by fubsish October 7, 2009
Get the Italian Hot Pocketmug.