A type of criminal who is generally from an earlier era where police and criminals had both a level of respect and regard for eachother, had a set of guidelines or morals and was a hard, genuinely tough person. a.k.a when pushing not a person to take lightly.
Person #1: Dad ran into David the other day. Kept saying he always respected him and that he was an "old school crim" or something, not like the pussies today.
Person #2: He's a tough bloke.
Person #2: He's a tough bloke.
by Ares_psychosis December 21, 2013
Get the Old School Crimmug. 
An radioactive waste where people say the shittiest insults to try and make the other person actually feel offended somehow, some of the examples are:
nice aim fucking loser
-average piece of shit who nolifes crim
dogwater
-person who got disowned from his family
oh daddy coded cosmetics, fuck me harder!
-average simp
-average piece of shit who nolifes crim
dogwater
-person who got disowned from his family
oh daddy coded cosmetics, fuck me harder!
-average simp
by hylrixe June 20, 2021
Get the crimmug. The nickname for the football team at Harvard University. The Crim which is short for the school's team name the Crimson, and 1-1 for the year that's coming up.
by Crim4life March 13, 2011
Get the Crim-1-1mug. Yma o hyd , Yma o hyd (We are still here, we are still here)
I hear the voices singing. Speed your journey, bois bach, good heavens
One nation, singing with one voice, a song of hope, a song of courage.
A victory song that floats through the valleys, like a red mist, rolls over the mountain tops, like crimson thunder.
A red storm is coming to the gates of Qatar.
It crackles, with the spirit of ‘58 and Jimmy Murphy’s boys. It turns the pages of the history books and finds Rob’s page, waiting, still to be written. Rob Page is the coach
What would you write in there, boys? Dare you write your names on that page? We haven’t waited 64 years and come half way around the world to be troubled by a neighbour from back home.
When the English coming knock on our door, let‘s give them some sugar, boys, let’s give them some Welsh sugar. They’ve always said we are too small, we are too slow, we are too weak, too full of fear. But yma o hyd (‘Still here’, the title of a famous Welsh nationalistic folk song), you sons of Speed, and they fall around us.
We are still here.
I hear the voices singing. Speed your journey, bois bach, good heavens
One nation, singing with one voice, a song of hope, a song of courage.
A victory song that floats through the valleys, like a red mist, rolls over the mountain tops, like crimson thunder.
A red storm is coming to the gates of Qatar.
It crackles, with the spirit of ‘58 and Jimmy Murphy’s boys. It turns the pages of the history books and finds Rob’s page, waiting, still to be written. Rob Page is the coach
What would you write in there, boys? Dare you write your names on that page? We haven’t waited 64 years and come half way around the world to be troubled by a neighbour from back home.
When the English coming knock on our door, let‘s give them some sugar, boys, let’s give them some Welsh sugar. They’ve always said we are too small, we are too slow, we are too weak, too full of fear. But yma o hyd (‘Still here’, the title of a famous Welsh nationalistic folk song), you sons of Speed, and they fall around us.
We are still here.
by xdr5t3evq3q April 22, 2025
Get the crimmug. by GotGrunge? March 17, 2011
Get the Crim-Trimmug.