A boss or supervisor, who has absolutely no standards for his or her employees, and barely expects you to show up, let alone on time. The good part of having a lala guy (or gal) at your job, is that you can pretty much do whatever you want, including: smoke dope, study japanese, kill people and drink their blood (did I say that out loud), swap paychecks with the guy making more money than you, and pull off double shifts from the comfort of your own living room. Unfortunately, with a lala guy in charge, NOTHING ever gets done, and the work environment eventually turns into the island from Lord of the Flies.
Phoebe: Man, I miss my last boss, he was a lala guy.
Allison: Didn't he let you pull a 108 hour shift once.
Phoebe: Yup, I swiped in and went home, and didn't show up for the rest of the week. Then when I finally came back in, he gave me an employee of the week award.
Allison: Didn't he let you pull a 108 hour shift once.
Phoebe: Yup, I swiped in and went home, and didn't show up for the rest of the week. Then when I finally came back in, he gave me an employee of the week award.
by p@$$ing thr.ugh January 14, 2010
A helpful lad, who's always good at telling you what part of the latest trend you've failed to follow. He's always letting you know about cool new sexual apparatuses that never even existed before his beyotch read about them in cosmo. He's well versed in all the fresh urban lingo so he's great to have at the club to stop you from potentially making an ass of yourself. He may appear to be stern or short-tempered when correcting your mistakes but he only expects of you what he expects of himself.
Box Guy: You're not going to the club like that? We need to get you some hoop earings.
Lise: How about these silver ones my grandma gave me.
Box Guy: No way, think bigger.
Lise: Right, sorry.
Box Guy: Do you have a vagina pager, all the girls have those.
Lise: What kind of knob do you think I am?
Box Guy: No, no, no, don't say that in public. It's pronounced n00b.
Lise: Touche.
Lise: How about these silver ones my grandma gave me.
Box Guy: No way, think bigger.
Lise: Right, sorry.
Box Guy: Do you have a vagina pager, all the girls have those.
Lise: What kind of knob do you think I am?
Box Guy: No, no, no, don't say that in public. It's pronounced n00b.
Lise: Touche.
by p@$$ing thr.ugh February 27, 2010
Karma is a 7-foot tall guy who wears a large dirty burlap sack over his head, has his knees on backwards, and a taxidermied parrot on his shoulder, and comes over once in a while to punch you in the face "saying I know what you did last summer."
*doorbell*
Me: Who is it? Coming!
*punched in the face*
Karma: "I know what you did last summer."
Me: OW!
Me: Who is it? Coming!
*punched in the face*
Karma: "I know what you did last summer."
Me: OW!
by p@$$ing thr.ugh January 14, 2010
horrible, horrible drivel.
(Actually, I like the saga. I found it ENTERTAINING. Unlike, say, anything written by Margaret Attwood, efin snore. However, I just want to be cool like everyone else, and rag on the books.)
(Actually, I like the saga. I found it ENTERTAINING. Unlike, say, anything written by Margaret Attwood, efin snore. However, I just want to be cool like everyone else, and rag on the books.)
Many people believe twilight is killing vampire culture thought when you boil it down there's nothing wrong with the actual storyline. Sadly the book suffers from a dumb-down teen-fiction blandness of atmosphere and a writing style with a complete lack of character.
Yet, it could be much worse for vampires:
Imagine:
Animé Samurai Robot/Vampire/Catpeople. *Deep Shudder* I think I just puked a little in my mouth.
Yet, it could be much worse for vampires:
Imagine:
Animé Samurai Robot/Vampire/Catpeople. *Deep Shudder* I think I just puked a little in my mouth.
by p@$$ing thr.ugh August 07, 2010
A european woman who often has pronouciation problems with the english language and her speech failure inadvertantly ends up sounding like dirty talk.
Olga: Oh no, I think you may have burned something on the stove. Oh my, it smells like a skank.
Daughter: ?You mean skunk.
Olga: I don't like it when you speak erotically to me.
Daughter: ?You mean erratically.
Olga: You, shat up.
Daughter: I sweared, I sorry. *mutters under breath* Evra.
Daughter: ?You mean skunk.
Olga: I don't like it when you speak erotically to me.
Daughter: ?You mean erratically.
Olga: You, shat up.
Daughter: I sweared, I sorry. *mutters under breath* Evra.
by p@$$ing thr.ugh January 16, 2010
a masculinized version of pooka: According to Irish Myth, a leprachaun, of slightly meaner mischief.
by p@$$ing thr.ugh January 14, 2010
Hippy-earth-mother: We should save the north australian tree-frog, but please also do save the pandas.
Stef: What the hell is the powdered white stuff on my shirt.
Hippy-earth-mother: LOLOLOLOLOL! COCAINE!!! LOLOLOLOLOL!!!!
Stef: What the hell is the powdered white stuff on my shirt.
Hippy-earth-mother: LOLOLOLOLOL! COCAINE!!! LOLOLOLOLOL!!!!
by p@$$ing thr.ugh February 25, 2010