spazzcore

Punk-derived music that generall incorporates lots of time and tempo changes(imparting the "spastic" quality reffered to in the name). Skram, Prog, Metal, Free Jazz, and Grindcore are all (to varying extents) antecedant to it in terms of their influence. Spazzcore is often, while ostensibly chaotic, very demanding in terms of precision and physical endurance. The term was first applied to Frodus and Shelby Cinca is generally credited as the inventor of the term (which was originally inteded as an expiriment in marketing). Since the introduction of the term, however, it has taken on a life of it's own outside of it's original application.

BETTER KNOWN EXAMPLES OF SPAZZCORE
Hella
Lightning Bolt
Blood Brothers
Orthrelm
Dillinger Escape Plan
Antioch Arrow

by scyurix September 9, 2006

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spankerchief

An ejaculatory device used to aid in the collection or removal of ejaculate.

Person: "My mom found my spankerchief."
Luke: "hahaha, you have a spankerchief?"

by DesPERRYado September 5, 2005

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Sparrow

a girl who seems tough, angry and mean, but after you get to know her you realize she is the exact opposite. Often young-looking.

Yeah she seems coarse, but that's just because she doesn't know you. She's really just a sparrow.

by chattertonbeats April 3, 2015

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Sparkle Party

A sparkle party is full of lots of hardcore things, like party pants, dancey dance, sparkles and the like. The music playing at said party will probably be a techno-dance blend. Classical pianists are known for their secret love for dance music.

see also: German Sparkle Party

"I had such a kickass time at that Sparkle Party last night. Glad I wore my rubber boots and party pants for dancey dance!"
"Oh my god, heck yeah! i can't get the sparkles out of my hair or off my skin... I think i might see if i can permanently embed them into my flesh."

by Princess Shparkle Party October 7, 2011

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spank my butt and call me Nancy

to punctuate desperation in order to change a circumstance

Attending a tedious cocktail party from which Billy D finds himself pinned in a conversation from which there is no relief. Standing there, minute after minute, taking it all in and wanting nothing more that to be home in bed; he feels his stomach turn and tighten, cold and sweat outline him, he wants out; his Gucci suit minimizes. His scalp itches and hots up suffocating under the conversation and the people. Suddenly, a well-groomed accountant next to him barks out, "Current data from my data extrapolated to further the outcomes on the Harrington Report confirms a speculation that the market trend should ..." At that point, Billy D. has his Dickens’ moment; his steamed brain snaps. A growling hum exits his thorax inexplicably. The accountant eyes him -- a dik dik to an approaching lion. Billy D. holds the accountant’s eyes way too long in primeval contact. He raises his eyebrows up and down as the masturbator in Dostoyevsky’s famous novel . He wanted the floor; he wanted to express something real; now he had the floor and total control; they were fixated. Then he let go the phrase that would end his tenure at the conversation hell-school of life and liberate him from their hold now and forever. He gave it up, loud and proud in rainbow fashion, "Well, spank my butt and call me Nancy." And that was it. It was all over. Their grip on him came crashing down. What he was in others' eyes now permitted him to leave the group without question or guilt forever it would be different.

by Royal Wulff October 11, 2013

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