Definitions by nicholas d
debauchery
A dorky word meaning an occurrence of crazy inappropriate behavior, such as an orgy. What it usually means in practice is a night where some drinking occurs and people act slightly less uptight than usual. The kind of people who get involved in real "debauchery" never use this word.
Dwight: "Wow, that physics party was off the heezy for sheezy! I had like 6 beers and we played strip poker and these two girls stripped all the way down to their bra and panties! Such debauchery!"
Ted: "Shut up man - you have no clue. I just woke up next to three hookers in a pool of my own vomit with coke powder scattered all over myself and a new dick piercing that I have no clue how I got. I'll catch you later. I need to head to the doc - it itches. Typical Thursday night."
Ted: "Shut up man - you have no clue. I just woke up next to three hookers in a pool of my own vomit with coke powder scattered all over myself and a new dick piercing that I have no clue how I got. I'll catch you later. I need to head to the doc - it itches. Typical Thursday night."
debauchery by Nicholas D August 14, 2008
holler back
1) Less ghetto version of holla back, meaning to respond to a person at an unspecified later time.
2) To return to your country roots after a period of city living, as in Lost Trailers' song "Holler Back" ("holler" is a country term for a valley, a bastardized version of "hollow").
2) To return to your country roots after a period of city living, as in Lost Trailers' song "Holler Back" ("holler" is a country term for a valley, a bastardized version of "hollow").
"If you wanna go on back to the holler, holler back!" -Lost Trailers
After the fifth time Judd had to blow a homeless guy for coke to keep him going through an all-nighter at his terrible I-banking job in New York, he couldn't take it anymore. The next day he packed up his stuff, took a dump on his boss's desk, and hollered back to become a farmer outside his hometown of West Shitville, Oklahoma.
After the fifth time Judd had to blow a homeless guy for coke to keep him going through an all-nighter at his terrible I-banking job in New York, he couldn't take it anymore. The next day he packed up his stuff, took a dump on his boss's desk, and hollered back to become a farmer outside his hometown of West Shitville, Oklahoma.
holler back by Nicholas D July 3, 2008
'cock
Mark: "So how did last night's badminton game go? Looks like you got a fat lip there."
Jim: "Yeah Steve owned me pretty badly. He whacks the old 'cock around pretty good. Once I totally set him up by lobbing it to him right in front of the net. He slammed it straight into my face and I had no time to react..."
(Jim's mom walks in)
"...and I ended up with his 'cock in my mouth!"
Jim's mom: "Well I never! Get out of this house this instant! I will tolerate none of that kind of behavior. You're not welcome home anymore!"
Jim: "Yeah Steve owned me pretty badly. He whacks the old 'cock around pretty good. Once I totally set him up by lobbing it to him right in front of the net. He slammed it straight into my face and I had no time to react..."
(Jim's mom walks in)
"...and I ended up with his 'cock in my mouth!"
Jim's mom: "Well I never! Get out of this house this instant! I will tolerate none of that kind of behavior. You're not welcome home anymore!"
'cock by Nicholas D June 27, 2008
cerione
The rare feat of striking out five times in a baseball game. The term was coined on national TV during the 2008 college world series when Georgia player Matt Cerione accomplished this feat during his team's win over Stanford. Similar to the hat trick (3 strikeouts) and the golden sombrero (4).
Pete really pulled a cerione with the ladies last night at the party. When he got home his shirt was covered in spilled cosmos and his face was red from all the slaps.
Timmy's parents couldn't show their faces in public after their son racked up three ceriones and five golden sombreros over the little league season.
Timmy's parents couldn't show their faces in public after their son racked up three ceriones and five golden sombreros over the little league season.
cerione by Nicholas D June 22, 2008
flash the deuce
To hold up two fingers with the intent of signifying that you have to drop a deuce, i.e. take a crap.
Johnson: "Now Frank, you have to cut the green wire first. Go ahead and do that now."
Frank: "Ok, cutting the green wire. Here goes nothing...got it! What's next?"
Johnson: "You're doing great, Frankie. How much time do we have left?"
Frank: "One minute, forty-seven seconds til she blows."
Johnson: "Now cut the blue wire. Once you do that, there's only one more step until the bomb is disarmed."
Frank: "I can barely see down here...ok, blue wire, blue wire...I think this is it. Cutting now...ok, we're clear. What now, Johnson?"
Johnson (in the background): "Oh shit! Agnes, get the phone for me."
Frank: "Johnson!!! Are you there?"
Johnson's secretary: "Sorry hon, I just saw him flash the deuce. My guess is he'll be on the crapper for the next 10 minutes or so. Today was the office chili con carne festival. You'd better call back later."
Frank: "But we have to dismantle this bomb!!!"
Johnson's secretary: "Um yeah...I wouldn't know anything about that. I suggest you try calling back around...oh...maybe 3:30 this afternoon. Buh-bye now."
Frank: "Ok, cutting the green wire. Here goes nothing...got it! What's next?"
Johnson: "You're doing great, Frankie. How much time do we have left?"
Frank: "One minute, forty-seven seconds til she blows."
Johnson: "Now cut the blue wire. Once you do that, there's only one more step until the bomb is disarmed."
Frank: "I can barely see down here...ok, blue wire, blue wire...I think this is it. Cutting now...ok, we're clear. What now, Johnson?"
Johnson (in the background): "Oh shit! Agnes, get the phone for me."
Frank: "Johnson!!! Are you there?"
Johnson's secretary: "Sorry hon, I just saw him flash the deuce. My guess is he'll be on the crapper for the next 10 minutes or so. Today was the office chili con carne festival. You'd better call back later."
Frank: "But we have to dismantle this bomb!!!"
Johnson's secretary: "Um yeah...I wouldn't know anything about that. I suggest you try calling back around...oh...maybe 3:30 this afternoon. Buh-bye now."
flash the deuce by Nicholas D June 17, 2008
carbon footprint
Al Gore may drive a hybrid and rant about global warming, but when you factor in the cooking grease burned to cook his food, his carbon footprint is pretty huge. The amount of weight that guy's packed on would put Sally Struthers to shame.
carbon footprint by Nicholas D June 16, 2008
hypomiling
Attempting to get the worst possible gas mileage. The opposite of hypermiling. Usually done to look like a rebel or to spite the system or environmentalist hippies.
Dave: "What up dogg. Let's head over to Mel's Tavern and throw back some Jager bombs."
Pat: "No can do, broski. I'm all out of cash. Had to fill up the Hummer 4 times this week at $4.50 a gallon."
Dave: "Whaaat? How can you go through that much gas? You don't even drive that much."
Pat: "Hypomiling, man, all the way. I loaded a half-ton of bricks into the trunk, added air shields for extra wind resistance, and of course a full-size fridge in the back that runs off gas. Not to mention accelerating and braking as fast as possible and revving the engine at every stoplight. I've gotten this baby down to 2 miles a gallon!"
Dave: "Um...yeah, that's great, but now you're broke."
Pat: "It's totally worth it! Yesterday I put together a poster of my gas receipts and odometer readings, then showed it to a bunch of people at Whole Foods. You should have seen the looks on their faces. Dirty hippies! I got them good! My carbon footprint is bigger than the Grand Canyon! Hahaha!!! Eat that, Al Gore! I am the greatest hypomiler alive!!! Mwhahahahaha!!!"
Dave: "Dude, you've really lost it this time."
Pat: "No can do, broski. I'm all out of cash. Had to fill up the Hummer 4 times this week at $4.50 a gallon."
Dave: "Whaaat? How can you go through that much gas? You don't even drive that much."
Pat: "Hypomiling, man, all the way. I loaded a half-ton of bricks into the trunk, added air shields for extra wind resistance, and of course a full-size fridge in the back that runs off gas. Not to mention accelerating and braking as fast as possible and revving the engine at every stoplight. I've gotten this baby down to 2 miles a gallon!"
Dave: "Um...yeah, that's great, but now you're broke."
Pat: "It's totally worth it! Yesterday I put together a poster of my gas receipts and odometer readings, then showed it to a bunch of people at Whole Foods. You should have seen the looks on their faces. Dirty hippies! I got them good! My carbon footprint is bigger than the Grand Canyon! Hahaha!!! Eat that, Al Gore! I am the greatest hypomiler alive!!! Mwhahahahaha!!!"
Dave: "Dude, you've really lost it this time."
hypomiling by Nicholas D June 10, 2008