a person who never says much to anyone, who rarely speaks, and if so only in brief bursts of monosyllabic meter.
Churchgoer 1: Hey, Marty, how's your family, Merry Christmas, it's so great to see you, you look well, God bless us all at this special time of year, and can you believe this weather, just spectacular, wouldn't you say?
Marty: shuR thanKs, Mrry krisMas *leaves*
Churchgoer 2: That Marty's pretty much a tightlips, isn't he.
Marty: shuR thanKs, Mrry krisMas *leaves*
Churchgoer 2: That Marty's pretty much a tightlips, isn't he.
by p@$$ing thr.ugh January 24, 2010
When you're invited to a friend's house for under false pretenses of "tea and jam", but when you get there, you're friend starts breaking out the porn, proceeding to get their "freak on", and encouraging you to do the same.
by p@$$ing thr.ugh February 27, 2010
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@$$ing thr.ugh March 12, 2010
DJ Bill Clinton
by p@$$ing thr.ugh December 23, 2009
is Sherlock Holmes's cowardly sidekick brother. He puffs up like a toad when danger approaches often heard spouting inflated catch-phrases like 'by jove' or 'say'. He works for scotland yard, so he's passively instrumental to the plot, though his narrative is often flat, droning, and for the most part, easily overlooked and almost instantly forgotten and met with such response as timing one's breath to make sure one is still alive. Fortunately he's a ginger, so he manages to give of some air of spunk, however, that false impression is corrected upon getting familiar with him and his mannarisms. He lives vicariously and in actuality off of Shelock's genious and never feels the lesser for it. All in all an excellent side character to illuminate the others.
*car backfires*
Pickle Gherkins: *sputters and puffs up* By jove, old chap, I best be getting along back to scotland yard, say, to work on the documents, you know those fiddley details, yes, say, good then, I wish you luck.
Pickle Gherkins: *sputters and puffs up* By jove, old chap, I best be getting along back to scotland yard, say, to work on the documents, you know those fiddley details, yes, say, good then, I wish you luck.
by p@$$ing thr.ugh January 28, 2010
A compulsive shit talker known for its uncanny ability to spew forth volumes upon volumes of shit onto anything it encounters. This uncanny ability to emit a constant stream of shit from its mouth AKA the talking bilge pump, this is true, it has been said, results from the borracle consuming massive amounts of its own (and other people's) shit. It is thought that the borracle must gorge itself on immense amounts of shit daily to make sure that it is permanently full of shit, to avoid depletion of shit saturation. For hygenic reasons it is best to avoid borracle at all costs.
What's wrong with you?
Man, I need to take a shower, and throw out these clothes, I just ran into borracle and it puked shit all over my person again.
Man, I need to take a shower, and throw out these clothes, I just ran into borracle and it puked shit all over my person again.
by p@$$ing thr.ugh February 21, 2010
Wanda: Why are little girls better than little boys? You can flip her over and then they look just the same.
Boss: That's the dirtiest joke I've ever heard. You have completely wrecked my plans to ask you out on a romantic candle-lit dinner, nail you, and finger guns to our fellow employees. You're dead to me. And you're fired.
Boss: That's the dirtiest joke I've ever heard. You have completely wrecked my plans to ask you out on a romantic candle-lit dinner, nail you, and finger guns to our fellow employees. You're dead to me. And you're fired.
by p@$$ing thr.ugh December 31, 2010