Verb
a type of manual locomotion whereby a person can propel a kick scooter (or similar device), without using their feet (or anything else) to swipe the pavement, all by manipulating his/her weight and cutting the handlebars back and forth (first demonstrated by “The T-Guy” on YouTube)
a type of manual locomotion whereby a person can propel a kick scooter (or similar device), without using their feet (or anything else) to swipe the pavement, all by manipulating his/her weight and cutting the handlebars back and forth (first demonstrated by “The T-Guy” on YouTube)
Dave crushed the longest glide competition on his Razor scooter when he ripped out a power carve at the end, pushing out an ever increasing distance until the judges, out of frustration, asked him to “stop”.
by goose_on_a_roof November 22, 2023
verb
to negotiate through a field of scattered obstacles because there isn’t a direct pathway through
This is derived from the Japanese vertical pinball game called “pachinko”, in which the tiny steel balls have to randomly bounce and weave their way through a scattered field of little immovable pins.
to negotiate through a field of scattered obstacles because there isn’t a direct pathway through
This is derived from the Japanese vertical pinball game called “pachinko”, in which the tiny steel balls have to randomly bounce and weave their way through a scattered field of little immovable pins.
“Did you ever notice how in a tourist trap there is no direct pathway to the only bathroom? You have to pachinko through a junk shop littered with display stands filled with rubber tomahawks, pecan logs and Mexican jumping beans.”
by goose_on_a_roof August 27, 2022
A cute little girl to w’et your…err, um… appetite (derived from the French term of the same name meaning: a small appetizer as served, usually without a charge, in a restaurant)
"Dude, I know ya love those knee-shootin’ yabos but there’s such a thing as too big. Now take that little amuse-bouche. That quasar has got a nice set of perts."
by goose_on_a_roof October 09, 2020
one that has mastered the art of wallet fumbling, a stingy person or one that will pinch a penny until POTUS 1-6 is squealing like a little girl
I can be a little tight with a buck. Well, “little” may be somewhat misleading. Ok, ok, I've got my black belt in skinflint. I'm the miser master, the Chuck Norris of Cheap and in my spare time, I like to jam with my band, Penny Pinscher and the Tightwads. Seriously, I play a mean frugal horn.
by goose_on_a_roof October 19, 2020
by goose_on_a_roof June 05, 2022
“I twisted the dilly-doo until the thingy lined up with the whosie-whatsit and wouldn’t ya know it. The dingus got all gashnitzed and gashnizzled and the jobby-joo went wizz-bang out the back. Please forgive me if I’m getting too technical for you. It’s just that I’ve been workin’ in the doojigger biz since I was knee-high to a whatchamacallit and I rarely interact with you civilians.”
by goose_on_a_roof October 15, 2020
past tense form of the verb “snork” which means to spit a jackfruit seed into a tuba from the balcony of the Metropolitan Opera (Needless to say, this term doesn’t see a whole lot of foot traffic.)
It was ‘96 when a crazy Aussie from Poowong North, Vic was challenged by his mates to spit a melon seed into a tuba from the balcony of the Metropolitan Opera on his upcoming junket to NYC. After practicing for weeks, spitting into a bucket from a eucalyptus tree, he asked for one allowance. The melon seed didn’t have sufficient heft to go the estimated distance. He was granted the use of a jackfruit seed. He then honed his skill until he had the precision of a sniper, “one shot, one kill”. On the night of the event, he and his wife (referee) took their seats nearest the stage on the third balcony. He sat through Giordano’s “Andrea Chenier” biding his time, waiting for just the right moment to do the deed and slink off into the night without being caught. The moment came at the very end of the performance when the audience cheered in appreciation for the talents of Pavarotti. He hurled that jackfruit seed with all the power he could generate from his manbag and then doubled over in a feigned hacking fit to disguise his action while his wife followed it to its intended target…and bingo! There have been no other “known” attempts. “Snorking” was never used until his triumphant return to Poowong North when one of his mates coined the term while fumbling through a toast in his honor.
It was ‘96 when a crazy Aussie from Poowong North, Vic was challenged by his mates to spit a melon seed into a tuba from the balcony of the Metropolitan Opera on his upcoming junket to NYC. After practicing for weeks, spitting into a bucket from a eucalyptus tree, he asked for one allowance. The melon seed didn’t have sufficient heft to go the estimated distance. He was granted the use of a jackfruit seed. He then honed his skill until he had the precision of a sniper, “one shot, one kill”. On the night of the event, he and his wife (referee) took their seats nearest the stage on the third balcony. He sat through Giordano’s “Andrea Chenier” biding his time, waiting for just the right moment to do the deed and slink off into the night without being caught. The moment came at the very end of the performance when the audience cheered in appreciation for the talents of Pavarotti. He hurled that jackfruit seed with all the power he could generate from his manbag and then doubled over in a feigned hacking fit to disguise his action while his wife followed it to its intended target…and bingo! There have been no other “known” attempts. “Snorking” was never used until his triumphant return to Poowong North when one of his mates coined the term while fumbling through a toast in his honor.
Orchestra member: Say, Bob…I noticed that you missed that high note in the last stanza.
Bob: Yeah, I got snorked again.
Bob: Yeah, I got snorked again.
by goose_on_a_roof October 14, 2022