9 definitions by knifewounds
a mental disorder wherein the afflicted person belives that one can never be too tanned. this manifests itself in the form of excessive sunning, use of sunbeds and solariums, and, in particularly unfortunate cases, extreme use of fake tan.
victims of tanorexia can be identified from a leathery skin texture and/or a brown or orange complexion.
as it stands there is no known cure for this terrible disease.
victims of tanorexia can be identified from a leathery skin texture and/or a brown or orange complexion.
as it stands there is no known cure for this terrible disease.
posh spice, all those orange girls you see appearing in early summer and old people who look like brown leather sofas are quite possible sufferers of tanorexia. tragic.
by knifewounds November 18, 2007
the particular linguistics brought on by the consumption of drugs. this can be verbosity as a result of amphetamines, or the ineloquent mumblings that follow cannabis.
what with my exponential smokabulary, i was able to write my entire end-of-term assignment in an our after just half a gram of meth!
by knifewounds July 18, 2008
Sure Madonna looks like she's in great shape, but if she lost the boulder-holders, her breasticles would become apparent.
by knifewounds October 03, 2008
the phenomenon wherein one seems absorb the altered states of one's companions, and begins to display the behaviours typical of the chemical in question.
"hey, you're talking at a million miles an hour and dancing to the beat of a dripping tap... but you're the only one here who hasn't taken anything!"
"hmmmm... must be chempathy. HAVE A GLOWSTICK!"
"hmmmm... must be chempathy. HAVE A GLOWSTICK!"
by knifewounds July 14, 2008
similar to attraction; feelings of physical, romantic or intellectual interest that suddenly vanish as the drugs wear off.
"you seemed to be getting on pretty well with that guy last night... think you'll see him again?"
"nah, it was just acracktion, turns out he's a wanker."
"nah, it was just acracktion, turns out he's a wanker."
by knifewounds July 14, 2008
As the doors slid closed, entrapping me with that guy from the office party, my discomfort rose by a millicringe.
by knifewounds September 15, 2008
"where the fuck is the ashtray??"
"dude, its RIGHT IN FRONT OF YOU. you're looking right at it."
"oh... right... damn icesight,"
"dude, its RIGHT IN FRONT OF YOU. you're looking right at it."
"oh... right... damn icesight,"
by knifewounds July 14, 2008

