by Jerome Saffy December 06, 2019
by anaDear September 27, 2011
by G-Funk July 17, 2003
A lovely college in St. Mary's City, Maryland. Students enjoy drinking Natty Light, Natty Bo, and Rikoloff Vodka, fondly known as ricky. They also love to smoke wed. Some learning takes place.
Come visit camp st. mary's! It rulz. Terry will greet you fondly, along with the wolf Farkas. You will see lord and maybe get a chance to smoke wed with him.
by cuntherine March 11, 2008
The all-girls private school in Cairns cramped into the space of a single block that only rich bastards can afford to go to.
Often abbreviated to "St. Monica's", "St. Monnies", "SMC" etc, and sometimes elongated to 'St. Monica's Catholic College'. Most people only go there for the church.
Often abbreviated to "St. Monica's", "St. Monnies", "SMC" etc, and sometimes elongated to 'St. Monica's Catholic College'. Most people only go there for the church.
by LORD MASHIE April 28, 2018
by Iben Wakenoff June 28, 2016
James Douglas Morrison (1943-71), poet, shaman, lead singer for dark psychedelic and blues group The Doors, and someone who really knew what material to use for trousers. Had talent and a half. Knew the writings of Huxley, Nietzsche, Artaud and William Blake. Had a rocking good life. If he hadn't swallowed so much of his own bullshit, not to mention such vast quantities of alcohol and at least one particular dose of opiate, he might have had a lot more of it. Buried at a modest site in Pere Lachaise, Paris. Since then his grave has become a Mecca for saprophytic potheads who have spread graffiti far and wide, desecrated his memory and pissed off the surviving relatives of those buried round about.
by Fearman April 13, 2008