Halm Hound Rejection

When a woman follows you around like an abandoned puppy. But once you try and make romantic advances towards her, she will reject anything more than being friends.

John: Hey where'd your puppy go man?

Nick: I don't know. Once I tried to talk to her about going on a date sometime, she said she just wanted to be friends.

John: Halm Hound Rejection?

Nick: Yep, Halm Hound Rejection...

by Mr. Betes July 5, 2012

Rocky Mountain recreational leisure class

A unique sub-genre of {trustafarians} whose lives revolve around recreating in their adopted ski towns within the Rocky Mountain region. Highly privileged with inherited wealth and good looks, they live a life of recreation and leisure centering around overpriced gear, Sprinter vans, and Breweries. If they work it is at a non-profit which their parents donate heavily to, all this is done for {virtue signaling} reasons on social media. Their money gentrifies these communities and drives the working class to satellite communities. Having a worldview so myopic and self centered, their idea of an injustice is not being able to ride their bike exactly where they want. Dog poop on the trail is the most difficult thing any of them will have to deal with today. Their life has been so easy they have to make recreational challenges to add a feeling of consequence and challenge to an otherwise consumptive existence of vanity and social networking with members of their same economic class. Contact with members of the working class is limited to when their vehicle, otherwise known as their play chariot, needs new tires. Moving quickly from recreation bubble to recreation bubble and remaining ignorant to current events, the RMRLC can maintain their whimsical and fantastical vision of an adult playground complete with toys of unlimited excess. A reality where adrenaline mixes with copious amounts of THC and a topper of craft microbrews from their trustfund friends brewery.

If a tree fell in a forest and a Rocky Mountain recreational leisure class individual was not there to ride on top of it with a titanium endowed piece of equipment, did that tree actually fall?

by blixdick June 13, 2019

vide-ho rejection

When a fine brizzle, most commonly your girlfriend, turns down your offer to be one of the hot girls in your upcoming rap video.

Duder 1: "Shit dude! My girl says she won't be the bitch giving me a massage in our video. She says it's degrading."

Duder 2: "Damn dude, that's a shitty vide-ho rejection. Guess we'll just have to get a finer brizzle to do it. She can't say you didn't offer!"

Duder 1: "Yea doggy, this video is going to be the shit! I'm gettin a happy ending!"

by westfalia January 20, 2010

recreational pharmacist

1) An experienced and establshed distributor of controlled substances, not to be confused with a pusher, they have a more mature clientel that realize the importance of discretion, and difficulty in replacing a righteous connection.
2) A drug dealer

Never sell to children, or within 1000 feet of any school, and never sell to strangers.

by jrh5356 April 19, 2005

recreational basketball

The place where the true gods of basketball come out. They don't want the fame or the money, they just want to play some ball. Each player gets time to prove themselves, and does. People don't airball a lot here because they're bad, they do it because the pressures of rec basketball are too real. You come in a boy, and leave a man.

Those recreational basketball players are gods of basketball.

by BBALL GOD January 25, 2015

Rejection

Every boys/girls worst nightmare.
This is when a girl (or boy) fancies someone and finally asks them out but they say "no"
It usually occurs when they don't like you back or are sexually attracted to a different type of sex.

Michael: "Aw, Amy rejected me ;("
Odhran: "The rejection is real rn"
end.

by I fucked your ma August 2, 2016

Casting Churchill's reflection

The act of creating the likeness, in the water of a toilet bowl, of the British Prime Minister (1940-45 and 1951-55) Sir Winston Churchill (1874-1965), when expelling a brown trout. The role of his face is played by your fat arse, while your dog's egg is a stand in for the cigar protruding from his lips.

"I won't be a minute dear, I'm just off to the bog to cast Churchill's reflection"

by Phil G September 7, 2005