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n.
1. a small city in Southwestern Ontario on the U.S./Canada border, located across the St. Clair River from Port Huron, Michigan.
2. smells like burning ass hair, cancer and desperation.
3. inhabited by Chemical Valley Girls, a race of super-mutants who wear acid washed jeans and comb the dark night for lost babies and feral cats to feast on.
4. bingo, menthol cigarette, chlamydia and teen pregnancy capital of Canada.
1. a small city in Southwestern Ontario on the U.S./Canada border, located across the St. Clair River from Port Huron, Michigan.
2. smells like burning ass hair, cancer and desperation.
3. inhabited by Chemical Valley Girls, a race of super-mutants who wear acid washed jeans and comb the dark night for lost babies and feral cats to feast on.
4. bingo, menthol cigarette, chlamydia and teen pregnancy capital of Canada.
by loveboat December 24, 2008
Get the Sarniamug. n. A gay bar, particularly one that plays dance music and has a dance floor. This term is particularly relevant in reference to a gay bar that is the only one in a small town and/or is very out of date or tacky in its featured decor and music.
Gay man in leather chaps: Shall we go to the cha cha palace tonight for beers?
Gay man in pink lycra: Only if you're buying, darling!
Gay man in pink lycra: Only if you're buying, darling!
by loveboat April 1, 2007
Get the cha cha palacemug. noun.
A typically popular figure or 'celebrity' within the Roman Catholic religion who has been granted fast-tracked or expedited 'sainthood' by the Vatican.
The recent practice of producing and promoting 'instant saints' reveals the intention of the RC Church to maintain some form of relevance within a celebrity-obsessed and mediated culture, by abandoning its traditional practice of spending decades or even centuries of careful reflection, investigation and debate upon the worthiness or truth of an individual's potential 'saintliness', and instead proclaming a popular individual as a 'saint' mere months after his or her death while the media spotlight still burns brightly on that figure.
The phrase 'instant saint' is reminiscent of convenience food products such as 'instant rice' which is formulated to be cooked in a fraction of the time of traditional rice; and of 'instant stars', celebrities whose popularity was orchestrated by a big-budget marketing and promotional team instead of by submission to the trials of long-term public scrutiny.
A mere two years after his death, Pope John Paul II is likely to become the world's first instant saint, meaning that the Catholic Church believes it has irrefutable proof he has performed at least two miracles. Not just great works, but actual fucking miracles. We're talking loaves and fishes, walking on water, heavy shit like that, folks! Cue the Twilight Zone theme song.
If Mother Teresa had performed one more magic trick, she'd have been an instant saint, too. Instead she'll have to settle for beatification. This means that in saintly terms she's a bit of a pussy. (At least until one more zealot comes forward and claims to have been 'healed' of cancer by magic beams of light emanating from a photo of the wrinkly little, blue striped towel-wearing troll.)
A typically popular figure or 'celebrity' within the Roman Catholic religion who has been granted fast-tracked or expedited 'sainthood' by the Vatican.
The recent practice of producing and promoting 'instant saints' reveals the intention of the RC Church to maintain some form of relevance within a celebrity-obsessed and mediated culture, by abandoning its traditional practice of spending decades or even centuries of careful reflection, investigation and debate upon the worthiness or truth of an individual's potential 'saintliness', and instead proclaming a popular individual as a 'saint' mere months after his or her death while the media spotlight still burns brightly on that figure.
The phrase 'instant saint' is reminiscent of convenience food products such as 'instant rice' which is formulated to be cooked in a fraction of the time of traditional rice; and of 'instant stars', celebrities whose popularity was orchestrated by a big-budget marketing and promotional team instead of by submission to the trials of long-term public scrutiny.
A mere two years after his death, Pope John Paul II is likely to become the world's first instant saint, meaning that the Catholic Church believes it has irrefutable proof he has performed at least two miracles. Not just great works, but actual fucking miracles. We're talking loaves and fishes, walking on water, heavy shit like that, folks! Cue the Twilight Zone theme song.
If Mother Teresa had performed one more magic trick, she'd have been an instant saint, too. Instead she'll have to settle for beatification. This means that in saintly terms she's a bit of a pussy. (At least until one more zealot comes forward and claims to have been 'healed' of cancer by magic beams of light emanating from a photo of the wrinkly little, blue striped towel-wearing troll.)
In an age of instant saints, sainthood just ain't what it used to be. - Saint Joan of Arc
Instant saint? Then what was with all those fucking arrows, you dickwads? - Saint Sebastian
Instant saint? Then what was with all those fucking arrows, you dickwads? - Saint Sebastian
by loveboat December 24, 2008
Get the instant saintmug. n.
1. a small city in Southwestern Ontario on the U.S./Canada border, located across the St. Clair River from Port Huron, Michigan.
2. smells like burning ape feces, cancer and desperation.
3. inhabited by Chemical Valley Girls, a race of super-mutants who wear acid washed jeans and comb the dark night for lost babies and feral cats to feast on.
4. bingo, menthol cigarette, chlamydia and teen-pregnancy capital of Canada.
1. a small city in Southwestern Ontario on the U.S./Canada border, located across the St. Clair River from Port Huron, Michigan.
2. smells like burning ape feces, cancer and desperation.
3. inhabited by Chemical Valley Girls, a race of super-mutants who wear acid washed jeans and comb the dark night for lost babies and feral cats to feast on.
4. bingo, menthol cigarette, chlamydia and teen-pregnancy capital of Canada.
by loveboat December 15, 2008
Get the sarniamug. n. a type of casual pant made of denim put through a chemical process which strips most of the colour off, leaving marbled navy-blue streaks on a white background. Acid washed clothing was a must-have fashion accessory in the late 80s, when both jean pants and jackets were worn together for maximum effect.
Acid washed jeans quickly went out of style in the early 90s, but that didn't stop tacky people in Sarnia Ontario and a few other cultural backwaters around North America from wearing them well into the new millenium. Tight acid washed jeans with elastic waists and zip-up ankles can still be seen worn with big ff hair, spike high-heels and shock-makeup at monster truck rallies, dirt-bike races, mega-church flea markets and malls in certain parts of Florida, Southwestern Ontario, Upstate New York, Mexico and most of Alberta.
Acid washed jeans quickly went out of style in the early 90s, but that didn't stop tacky people in Sarnia Ontario and a few other cultural backwaters around North America from wearing them well into the new millenium. Tight acid washed jeans with elastic waists and zip-up ankles can still be seen worn with big ff hair, spike high-heels and shock-makeup at monster truck rallies, dirt-bike races, mega-church flea markets and malls in certain parts of Florida, Southwestern Ontario, Upstate New York, Mexico and most of Alberta.
Woman in mid-forties named Sherry at a smash-up derby near Effingham, Illinois: (in voice thick with menthol cigarettes and bum wine) "Go Ricky! Smash that goddamned motherfuckin' Buick, baby! You're makin' mamma cream her acid washed jeans! Yeaaaahhh!"
Guy named Bobo on a native reserve in Northern Manitoba: Jeez, it's me lucky day! Some-un threw away a perfectly good acid-washed jean jacket! Mine, now, eeee! I'll wear this fucker moose huntin' and all the guys'll be right jealous!
Guy named Bobo on a native reserve in Northern Manitoba: Jeez, it's me lucky day! Some-un threw away a perfectly good acid-washed jean jacket! Mine, now, eeee! I'll wear this fucker moose huntin' and all the guys'll be right jealous!
by loveboat December 15, 2008
Get the acid washed jeansmug.