Joyced

Name given to the recipient of a thrown dildo to the face. The term was coined after New Zealand politician Steven Joyce was hit in the face with a pink dildo hurled by a protestor during an interview in early 2016.

Often used in conjunction with the phrase "That's for raping our sovereignty!"

Tom: That's a nasty bruise on your face, dick.
Dick: Yeah, I got Joyced by my girlfriend after an argument.
Harry: You must have raped her sovereignty.

by byrdfl3w September 24, 2016

joymonger

A person who puts on a great party bringing joy to many

"Santi was a true joymonger for putting on a great party"

by Great Gonzo August 29, 2016

Joygasm

a climax of Joyous excitement, characterized by feelings of pleasure experienced as an accompaniment to an unexpected good surprise

I didn`t expect to enjoy that ( WHATEVER ) ,but i HAVE to admit that i did have a little joygasm

Or when you see some one exhibiting great joy you can & (SHOULD ) comment with "OH having a little Joygasm , are you "???

by ManageMOM November 30, 2016

Joyced

The act of microwaving food to a temperature of molten lava.

Man you really Joyced my pizza!

by JJJJJJJJJJJJJJJJJJA January 15, 2017

joystick gamer

A joystick gamer is a girl who says she likes video games just to appeal to guys

Mary told me she likes call of duty, I'm sure she's just a joystick gamer

by Katiewolf814 February 5, 2017

Joycism

Religious cult formed during the begining of the XXI century in the town of Rathgar, Ireland. It prospered in some regions of the Iberian Peninsula, where the cult did their usual pilgrimage. Their belief was founded on the search for balance between their inner selves and their pilgrimage was done once every Thursday the 19th, when they moved from Rathgar to the south and back.

Damn, Joycism is cool! Joycism is the new black.

by Joyce2 February 10, 2017

Joyce

Centre figure of the joycism mythology. Born amidst salt and smoke it is believed to have died and resurected a million times, for what is dead may never die but rises again stronger. After having walked the path of life, love and disspair many times, Joyce searches for a soulmate to walk along it one more time.

Oh my sweet summer Joyce, what do you know about Joyce? Joyce is for the Joyce, when the Joyce fall a sevety-three and a half joyce deep. Fear is for the long Joyce, when Joyce hides for years and Joyce is born and lives and dies, all in darkness. That is the time for Joyce, my little Joyce, when the white Joyce moves through the woods. Thousands of years ago there came a Joyce that lasted a generation. Joyce froze to death in its castle, same as Joyce its hut. And Joyce smothered its babies rather than see them starve, and wept and felt the tears freeze its cheeks. So is this the sort of story you like, Joyce?

James Joyce, My story

by Joyce2 February 10, 2017