A person with the compulsion to negate everything you say, either because they're pissed they didn't think of it first, their neurotic need to say something even if they have no idea what they're talking about, or simply because they carry the 'evil-gene'.
Me: I think it'd be great if people would revert to tribalism.
Evil-Incarnate: ...I think that'd be crap, think of all the disease and shit flowing through the streets.
Me: Hypothetically speaking it could work. We have modern knowledge and wisdom to make it work.
Evil-Incarnate: People are corrupt and it would be anarchy in a matter of weeks.
Me: Relax. I was just being whimiscal.
Evil-Incarnate: ...you mean, being immature.
Me: Why, neggy?
Evil-Incarnate: You suck.
Evil-Incarnate: ...I think that'd be crap, think of all the disease and shit flowing through the streets.
Me: Hypothetically speaking it could work. We have modern knowledge and wisdom to make it work.
Evil-Incarnate: People are corrupt and it would be anarchy in a matter of weeks.
Me: Relax. I was just being whimiscal.
Evil-Incarnate: ...you mean, being immature.
Me: Why, neggy?
Evil-Incarnate: You suck.
by p@$$ing thr.ugh March 12, 2010

the deliberate malicious rearranging of furniture to create a tripping hazzard for unsuspecting victims.
I went into the living room to put back the phone without flipping the light switch and became a victim of feng shui when I faceplanted onto the recently relocated aerobics trampoline.
by p@$$ing thr.ugh March 01, 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 26, 2010

Weirdo with chipmunk voice: *sings* (drunkenly and off-key): Feeeeeel, the loove... Feeeel, the love,... in your butt!
Some chicks: *in unison* Aw, chipmunk voice!
Some chicks: *in unison* Aw, chipmunk voice!
by p@$$ing thr.ugh January 12, 2010

When you find yourself at one of those conceptual art exhibition but you're not sure what to make of said art, and you don't want to look like and idiot in front of the artist, you just say, mmm, it speaks to me.
Wow, the juxtaposition of the lava lamps and the life-sized styrofoam hippos is really captivating. Plus I love what the artist did with the texture of the non-toxic glue starbusts. Mmm, it speaks to me.
by p@$$ing thr.ugh January 18, 2010

Mayor of Toronto: Oh no! What are we going to do with all this garbage?
City Councillor: No problem. It's okay, eh, we can just ship it to Detroit, MI.
Mayor of Detroit: Yeah, guys, it's okay with me.
Mayor of Toronto: Good work Councillor.
*privately to Councillor*
Mayor of Toronto: Now if only we could convince them to trade Hockey Teams with us.
City Councillor: No problem. It's okay, eh, we can just ship it to Detroit, MI.
Mayor of Detroit: Yeah, guys, it's okay with me.
Mayor of Toronto: Good work Councillor.
*privately to Councillor*
Mayor of Toronto: Now if only we could convince them to trade Hockey Teams with us.
by p@$$ing thr.ugh January 12, 2010

The papaya trick lies herein. You take the papaya and say to a friend; would you like to see me do a trick with this papaya? Once the friend shows interest, you then tell the them to watch the papaya. Then while they're looking at the papaya and not you, you hit them over the head with it. You may then chuckle at their most amusing misfortune, act as if there was a lesson to be learned, appologize and kindly ask for forgiveness, or attempt to follow it up with a reprise of the same trick, it's really up to you.
When executing the papaya trick, make sure the papaya is ripe, but still firm enough to make the signature 'donk' sound as it connects with the unsuspecting victims cranium.
by p@$$ing thr.ugh January 21, 2010
