based loosely on the Julian Assange case, referring to the fact that what counts as anything from gross sexual imposition down to just uncool sexual activites in Australia can be considered rape in Sweden. Used to alert braggart friends that their boasting is not particulary welcome. Also used to be a smartass.
Dude 1: "Yeah, the bitch said no to getting all up in dat azz, but I went there anyway."
Dude 2: "Dude! That's rape in Sweden!"
or
Dude 1: "Jagoff walks around with his pants around his knees, so I grab the waistband on his BVDs and hike 'em towards the heavens!"
Dude 2: "snicker Yeah... but that's rape in Sweden! chuckle"
Dude 2: "Dude! That's rape in Sweden!"
or
Dude 1: "Jagoff walks around with his pants around his knees, so I grab the waistband on his BVDs and hike 'em towards the heavens!"
Dude 2: "snicker Yeah... but that's rape in Sweden! chuckle"
by The Evil Steve December 20, 2010
aka Eau de 'Neck - that aroma born of the marriage of cigarette smoke and perspiration. The potency varies from a light musky quasi-pheremonal odor of the standard smoking office worker at 3pm to the overwhleming spit-roasted-skunk aroma of a NASCAR Tent City.
Say... did a cat piss on the pack of cigarettes in your pocket, or is that your daily spritz of MarlBO?
by The Evil Steve January 13, 2007
Very loud, very fast band. Fastest drummer I've ever heard, and the rest of the band keeps up and in time. Not the most complicated or artisticly impressive music, but fuck it - it's metal... what do you want?
In the rare moments the vocalist sings, his voice is pretty decent. 90% of the time, he belches out words in a rapid-fire growl-scream that makes your throat hurt to listen to. Effective for the lyrics and crowd Slipknot plays to.
If one is to believe that Slipknot's lyrics represent the true feelings of the band, these guys wake up more pissed off and hateful than any remotely sane human should ever be in the worst situation imaginable. Therefore, it is safe to say they are a marketing creation geared toward angst-ridden 15-23 year old white males. On drugs. A lot of drugs. A lot of hard, powerful, brain-raping drugs. (The band - not necessarily the target market.)
Technically impressive, artistically passable, lyrically horrid to the point of amusement.
Fear anyone who belives Slipknot's lyrics were written just for him out of pages from his life. The average disaffected adolescent white boy is destructive enough - if he rallies around Slipknot lyrics, you've got another Timothy McVeigh just waiting to happen.
In the rare moments the vocalist sings, his voice is pretty decent. 90% of the time, he belches out words in a rapid-fire growl-scream that makes your throat hurt to listen to. Effective for the lyrics and crowd Slipknot plays to.
If one is to believe that Slipknot's lyrics represent the true feelings of the band, these guys wake up more pissed off and hateful than any remotely sane human should ever be in the worst situation imaginable. Therefore, it is safe to say they are a marketing creation geared toward angst-ridden 15-23 year old white males. On drugs. A lot of drugs. A lot of hard, powerful, brain-raping drugs. (The band - not necessarily the target market.)
Technically impressive, artistically passable, lyrically horrid to the point of amusement.
Fear anyone who belives Slipknot's lyrics were written just for him out of pages from his life. The average disaffected adolescent white boy is destructive enough - if he rallies around Slipknot lyrics, you've got another Timothy McVeigh just waiting to happen.
by The Evil Steve August 19, 2005
Worshipper and follower of the Flying Spaghetti Monster
Have you been touched by His Noodly Appendage? Then put on your pirate outfit and join the Pastafarians!
by The Evil Steve August 31, 2005
White trash who aspire to ghetto-king chic through as little effort as possible - tricking out hoopties, zirchonia bling, and using all the street lingo their flabby little brains are capable of processing. Differs from the chav by its distinctly 'Murkan flavored redneck-gangsta hybrid accent.
Clem and Jaylynn dress their son Jayclem in a yard-sale enyce tracksuit and fake-diamond earrings - they're bucking for the cover of Gray Trash Digest.
by The Evil Steve April 08, 2007
Congress just passed another spending bill giving 695 tardillion dollars to the lobbies that paid for their election campaigns.
by The Evil Steve March 14, 2009
A party or event you aren't particularly pleased about hosting. Usually work related, but could filter down to family- or roommate-based gatherings.
Coffee is ready in the board room, mugs and donuts are all lined up, and I can smell the investment bankers and lawyers on their way to finalize the merger. When do the infestivities officially begin?
by The Evil Steve September 23, 2016