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Definitions by silencut

have shed, will travel 

fairly popular adage over low-counties, england way.

stems from the crazy-popular fad around mid nineties for local heroes to give in to, wordly: Good, ditch all their property (recoup later) except ideally, their shed, but oftentimes some other household equipment, convert it to a motor vehicle and travel from land's end to John O'Groats, all along motorways all the way.

said fad came to a doleful end when one brave endeavorer try to make amphibious craft from a wash basin and cross to Orkneys - unsucessful. someone coulda died. tomfoolery!

so, sort of this term exudes the joys in realising potential whilst going nowhere fast.
a): you headin off to land's end on your arse on that settee?
b): oh, do moot me a point. nah the shuffle function on my i-pod might present a song ordering that represents a fate i'd prefer not to realise.

you, *eyes skyward*: have shed, will travel.

blow them all to Hull 

warning: clandestine!!1one!

the dying words of Alec Trvelyan to his friend James, at a facility somewhere over Siberia way, somewhere round there.

'Dying' a misnomer? No. Since giving sound to this clause Trevelyan becomes dead to James, and when he comes back at the park of crumbling stakhonovites he is vitally scarred facewise, his inner turmoil is the big revealed.

At the park Alec T. is in a place where he has had all Hull visisted upon him, alot, ok some of it anyway, all he could ever ask for.
Go ahead James, finish the Job, blow them all to Hull:

Literary masterchef screenwriter to bond, stews a reference to Ted Hughes, and all that spent quaint
-suffix. popular around ~mid ~late 90s.

used when conceptualising a proper noun, to make essence from this noun.
An essence otherwise avilable from other sources ie. words.

marked the beginning of the -huh- friend to language that is txt spk.
that is this- esque.

txtn is newspeak- esque, but it's a good job we all know better these days- esque sort of thing, we'll not be- esque had the better of- esque.
esque by silencut March 3, 2009

poet warlord

now/

iff 'if's the middle word in life,'
life without the f-word's a lie,
=>realise i'm an affront to language, a-shag me now.
poet warlord *surreptiously; cravenly eyes tub of marge*
poet warlord by silencut March 3, 2009

restoration

the political equivalent of shitting out a blinding hangover. following a time of riley disinhibition, puritans lord inhibition and the implementing of such policy brings on headaches for all. however, cancelling was needless tonight, as a massive, extended and all round boon to all restoration descended.
having retreated back to the bolt-hole ceremoniously i commemorate upon the throne and restoration process ensues
restoration by silencut March 2, 2009

the tough guys are all doing it

1) the precursor to misery, toil and troubling endema on stock markets globally. to insight this remark is conjure econo-hell, stagflation and the livin' end on the world as we at that knew/know it.

it's a tough phrase but someone's gotta utter it.

woe betide the one who does, as it marks the makings of history in progress, a history for which while you alone weren't responsible, you know you alone can be called to account, but won't be and this is just something you'll have to cope you bastard with.

2) like anything really.
the tough guys: Sell! Sell! Seal! SELL! SELL!
you: *meekly* err... sell? the tough guys are all doing it

cope you bastard

1) what to yell at a computer screen during those espescially trying times of server rejiggery.

2) none-too-witty-but-nonetheless-very-relevant answer to exponents of the gender factuality thesis
this issue of rijiggery don't impress me much want i want from you is for you to cope you bastard
cope you bastard by silencut March 2, 2009