At a loss of time. Usually happens when either dumb, drunk, high, well-sexed, post-comatose, or cerebrally traumatized. Usually leads to negative consequences...
I was boffing my secretary so hard that I became temporally disoriented and missed my 3 o'clock.
Me and Rob got spliffed and, in a classic example of temporal disorientation, forgot to meet up w/ my hook up for another bag.
Me and Rob got spliffed and, in a classic example of temporal disorientation, forgot to meet up w/ my hook up for another bag.
by testicles...that is all March 11, 2010
To use an empty box, bag, bottle, jug, etc. as a receptacle for other trash before you actually throw it (and the trash) away.
Jim always got plastic bags at the grocery store so he could precycle them in his various small trash cans throughout the house.
I finished my 20 oz. carbonated beverage but still found myself overcome with thirst, so I precycled it by rinsing it and filling it with water.
I finished my 20 oz. carbonated beverage but still found myself overcome with thirst, so I precycled it by rinsing it and filling it with water.
by testicles...that is all October 10, 2009
Mark and Tina have been doin the DNA dance in hopes of conceiving a child.
I was using a rubber, but it broke and we ended up doin the DNA dance.
Chele stopped takin her pill last month, so apparently we've been doin the DNA dance... crap.
I was using a rubber, but it broke and we ended up doin the DNA dance.
Chele stopped takin her pill last month, so apparently we've been doin the DNA dance... crap.
by testicles...that is all February 10, 2011
The counterpart to textosterone. Found at varying levels in both genders of the human species, it is expressed at higher levels in women than in men. High levels of textrogen result in lots of abbreviations in texts, mass texting, and rapid texting, to name a few.
Girl #1: OMG so yday, I put my phne on the counter and when I got bak like 5 sec l8r I had 23 txts from Jane
Girl #2: OMG totes lolz so much textrogen!
Girl #1: IKR!
Girl #2: R! LOL!
textrogen...
Girl #2: OMG totes lolz so much textrogen!
Girl #1: IKR!
Girl #2: R! LOL!
textrogen...
by testicles...that is all September 18, 2012
Mixer of Scope(tm) brand mouthwash and Scotch. Taken from the Comedy Central Show "Secret Girlfriend."
Phil: "Dude, Scope is not a mixer."
Sam: "Maybe to you it's not. I mix it with scotch, call it 'scotche.'"
(Random Lesbian makes out with Sam): "Mmm... tastes like a Girl Scout Cookie."
Sam: "That's my scotche."
Sam: "Maybe to you it's not. I mix it with scotch, call it 'scotche.'"
(Random Lesbian makes out with Sam): "Mmm... tastes like a Girl Scout Cookie."
Sam: "That's my scotche."
by testicles...that is all October 24, 2009
Marty McFly often set egoals according to who called him Chicken.
Needles: What's the matter, McFly? Chicken?
Marty: Nobody -- Calls me "chicken!"
vroom vroom skrrrrrr vrooom skrrrr we've all seen it.
Needles: What's the matter, McFly? Chicken?
Marty: Nobody -- Calls me "chicken!"
vroom vroom skrrrrrr vrooom skrrrr we've all seen it.
by testicles...that is all July 29, 2011
(v.) To lose one's cool; become really pissed off. The idiom is in reference to a pressure cap popping off, usually resulting in a nasty burn or imminent explosion. Thus, the person who caused the pop off is about to get told or be destroyed, depending on the nature and severity of the inflammatory incident.
James: Vernie, your little wigga child is uuuuugly.
Vernie: No you di'int, heeeyll no, heyell no, heyell nah, heyell no, you said what, naaah, heyell no, heyell no, heeeyeeeell, no, etc.
{Vernie has popped off at James' comment}
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Boss: Dave, I know you're a family man, but I need you to come in Saturday... aaaaand Sunday, and stay late every night this week.
Dave: That's cool boss, I'm just gonna need your head in a fucking drill press while I go to work on your nuts with some bolt cutters and run an arc torch down your spine after I've nailed your feet to the floor with a remington power driver.
Boss: Okay Dave, no need to pop off now, I'll get Clarence to do it.
Vernie: No you di'int, heeeyll no, heyell no, heyell nah, heyell no, you said what, naaah, heyell no, heyell no, heeeyeeeell, no, etc.
{Vernie has popped off at James' comment}
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Boss: Dave, I know you're a family man, but I need you to come in Saturday... aaaaand Sunday, and stay late every night this week.
Dave: That's cool boss, I'm just gonna need your head in a fucking drill press while I go to work on your nuts with some bolt cutters and run an arc torch down your spine after I've nailed your feet to the floor with a remington power driver.
Boss: Okay Dave, no need to pop off now, I'll get Clarence to do it.
by testicles...that is all July 31, 2008