"I told you so, so shut your mouth before I shoot you down"
"I am the son of a bitch, and Edgar Allen Poe"
"I am the son of a bitch, and Edgar Allen Poe"
by Whatsername March 20, 2005
The school in O’Fallon that people go to when they get bullied out of there old school. 1 to 700 ratio of blacks to whites. Half the kids want to fuck their cousin just like their parents did nine months before they were born. The girls get uglier every year. Every teacher is packing at least 7 inches. This year there were only 2 threats to shoot up the school.
by nathan ball May 16, 2018
A catholic school in Forest Park that resembles a Southern slave encampment in the 1800s. Kids have gym class once a week, and in a lunch room, although the last principal turned down the offer to construct a new gym sponsored by the candy company across the street. The gym wasn't built because there would be a small sign for Ferrara Pan Co. in it. Tons of advertisements line the church, school, folders with graded papers, even on windows, and what difference did the sign make? The company is across the street anyway.
The faculty teach false information, lack teaching skills, and some try injecting preschoolers' arms with AIDS infected needles, because they could not afford new ones.
The gym teacher abuses students, the lunch lady looks like an Oompa Loompa and a mountain troll had sex and she was the result, and they both have secret meetings behind everyone elses' backs. The school has a very poor curriculum and deep lack of funding, although the hundred thousand dollars they received last year was not enough, and are still in debt.
Children are also forced to do at least ten hours of child labor against their will to leave the school.
The faculty teach false information, lack teaching skills, and some try injecting preschoolers' arms with AIDS infected needles, because they could not afford new ones.
The gym teacher abuses students, the lunch lady looks like an Oompa Loompa and a mountain troll had sex and she was the result, and they both have secret meetings behind everyone elses' backs. The school has a very poor curriculum and deep lack of funding, although the hundred thousand dollars they received last year was not enough, and are still in debt.
Children are also forced to do at least ten hours of child labor against their will to leave the school.
"Oh God, I'd rather go to a concentration camp than to St. Bernardine!"
"But dude, you're Jewish!"
"What's your point?"
"But dude, you're Jewish!"
"What's your point?"
by LWxxDark Wolf January 22, 2009
A word or phrase unique to the big small town of St. Louis, Missouri. Examples:
Hoosier: white trash
toasted ravioli: small raviolis deep fried till crispy
gooey butter cake: a breakfast cake, about 10 x 10 inches,
filled with a buttery custard and covered in powdered
sugar.
pork steak: a slice of pork butt, about half inch thick,
bone in, slow cooked on a barbeque pit and smothered in
Maull's barbeque sauce
'Where'd ya go to high school?': the first question asked
by one native to another person they are meeting for the
first time who also is a lifelong St. Louisan.
Hoosier: white trash
toasted ravioli: small raviolis deep fried till crispy
gooey butter cake: a breakfast cake, about 10 x 10 inches,
filled with a buttery custard and covered in powdered
sugar.
pork steak: a slice of pork butt, about half inch thick,
bone in, slow cooked on a barbeque pit and smothered in
Maull's barbeque sauce
'Where'd ya go to high school?': the first question asked
by one native to another person they are meeting for the
first time who also is a lifelong St. Louisan.
by Woody Thomas January 07, 2006
St. Michael is one of the principal angels; his name was the war-cry of the good angels in the battle fought in Heaven against Satan and his followers.
by Erick August 01, 2005
While not technically the largest city in Missouri (that honor belongs to Kansas City, due to some creative annexing and stupidity on St. Louis' part), the entire area's a lot bigger and more influential. Home to Budweiser, the St. Louis Cardinals and the Gateway Arch, this city of roughly 2.8 million people also has some good music, good food and weird customs. It's pretty much Boston-on-the-Mississippi: mostly Catholic, very insular, loves baseball a little too much, has an inferiority complex (here it's with Chicago) that we take out through baseball. It's got a lot of bad points, too: we live too much in the past, we've deluded ourselves into thinking we're either still really important or just a "big small town", and we can't support a football team worth a damn. Overall, it's a very Midwestern city: misunderstood and a little weird.
"Where did you go to high school?"--If you can't answer this question with something an average person born in St. Louis can understand, you're fucked. Seriously.
by kev07 August 19, 2006
Not to be confused with St. Peter, St. Pete is the Patron Saint of Death Wishes. Invoked in situations where a swift and merciful (or protracted and painful; dealer's choice) death is preferred to dealing with a given situation.
"Bless me, Pete."
"Visit St. Pete's blessings upon me."
"Ah fuck...I have work tomorrow. Find me, Pete."
"Visit St. Pete's blessings upon me."
"Ah fuck...I have work tomorrow. Find me, Pete."
by Bish0plulz November 29, 2018