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Log O' Rhythm 

When a man dances to music in such a manner that his penis jiggles in rhythm with the beat of the music. In its most common form, the male is nude and his dancing technique is centered around pelvic thrusts. Some scholars assert that this is the male equivalent of Twerking.
While Matodgey wasn't a great rave dancer or square dancer, his Log o' Rhythm stylings were an unparalleled hit with the ladies.

I'm impressed he maintained his Log o' Rhythm despite the song being 110 beats per minute. No wonder he is sore.
Log O' Rhythm by Matodgey January 7, 2010

Red Light Rhythm 

When you're going from Point A to Point B and you seem to be running into every red light possible. You try to speed up, but it's no use.
I was caught in the red light rhythm and couldn't break out of it! FML

Counting Bodies Like Sheep to the Rhythm of the War Drums

An epic song by the band A Perfect Circle, also the lyrics to another song by them called Pet. It fucking rules.
Person 1: Whacha listening to?

Person 2: Counting Bodies Like Sheep to the Rhythm of the War Drums!

Person 1: ...

Person 2: (They just don't understand.)

Hit me with your rhythm stick

Girl: Hit me with your rhythm stick big boy!

Boy: No way you slut.

suburban rhythm 

1. Unconvincing movements often pawned off as 'dancing' in uptown clubs.
2. Thrives especially in circles containing pretardedwankstas.
3. Yet another sesquipedalian term to describe individuals subsumed by cliche R&B songs.
4. Listed under suburbandictionary.com under 'rhythm'
Mike: Dammit, another would-be break dancer just kicked my beer over.
Brando: Ahhhhhhhhhh! The fiery-hot suburban rhythm in this club makes me want to puke.
suburban rhythm by Brando! April 30, 2004

Inkwell Rhythm Makers 

The Inkwell Rhythm Makers are a band out of Eugene, Oregon. Kit and Joe (the founding members of I.R.M.) have been playing music togther for years. It wasn't until the summer of 2004 that they met a mysterious hobo fiddler that introduced us to two other characters named Apple and Kate. They decided to recruit us into the Sourmash Hug Band and we spent the next year or so hitchhiking and riding trains up and down the west coast. Willis used to play with Bloody Castles Ragtime Band. Eventually there was some dispute between the members and the band broke up. One day the saw player from Bloody Castle's, Inga, started playing with Sourmash. Through her they started jamming with Willis. Eventually, after recording an album in the basement of our old house, the Alamo, we did some more playing and then decided to split the band up. Mike (the aforementioned mysterious fiddler) wanted to play more gypsy oriented stuff. Joe, Kit and Willis wanted to play more crusty, ragtime, jug band stuff.... so Sourmash went their way and we crawled into the inkwell. There are no hard feelings, everyone is still friends and happy to play the music we love. Sourmash still plays all over the place and sometimes changes some members around to form the Hobogoblins, (check them both out if you get the chance). The Inkwell Rhythm Makers live in Eugene, Oregon and travel in a really nasty red van appropriately dubbed "The Nard Mobile." Spend the night in it some time if you get the chance. P.S. they are not a jug band as much as ya'll might want it. they just can't subscribe to the title because, they don't have a jug. Simply put. But they do play "jug band" music on top of 20's & 30's jazz, Ragtime, novelty, String Band music, (country) blues, tunes. Along with some originals in the same vein.
The Inkwell Rhythm Makers are a rad band that everyone should listen to! Lets make them big!