Jon:Can you put some Marley in?
Doe:Can we listen to something else?
Jon:Why the fuck would you ask that you know im a reggaeholic.
Doe:Can we listen to something else?
Jon:Why the fuck would you ask that you know im a reggaeholic.
by Thing One January 10, 2008
Get the Reggaeholic mug.A woman who changes the lives of everyone she meets. It’s hard to compare her to any other woman except saints and supermodels. She is a fantastic person in every possible way. She is a deep thinker and always acts with poise and intentionality. This is because she constantly thinks about making every moment count and has the heart to impact every person for the better. She doesn’t just cook; she creates masterpieces. She doesn’t just play music; she revolutionizes the industry. She will never fail to touch your soul. When you meet Regita, the missing pieces in life are realigned. NASA is wasting its time looking for life outside of Earth because Regita is out of this world, and she is right here among us.
Julio: Regita inspires me to become a better human.
Amanda: She inspires me to be true to myself.
Liz: She inspires me to stop my toxic habits.
Amanda: She inspires me to be true to myself.
Liz: She inspires me to stop my toxic habits.
by flonoot October 19, 2021
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by track123 January 14, 2009
Get the Reggie Lewis Asthma mug.A bunch of bad-ass kids from Guangzhou's Regal Court. A group with playboys and billionaires, fist pumpers, who have a very dirty history.
They were founded by Lokesh, Sharan, Varun and Noddy.
They were founded by Lokesh, Sharan, Varun and Noddy.
John: Wow, you are so damn cool, why don't you try joining the Regal Court Elite (RCE)?
Andrew: Well because I don't look good enough!
Andrew: Well because I don't look good enough!
by Rupert Pupkinseses September 30, 2011
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Also Reggaryan
A Caucasian who is either a member of the Rastafari movement or simply enjoys a reggae lifestyle. Can be identified as an individual with fair skin, blonde hair, blue eyes, dreadlocks, and a strong affiliation with Bob Marley and marijuana.
Also Reggaryan
A Caucasian who is either a member of the Rastafari movement or simply enjoys a reggae lifestyle. Can be identified as an individual with fair skin, blonde hair, blue eyes, dreadlocks, and a strong affiliation with Bob Marley and marijuana.
"Rockin' dem dreads my Reggaeryan friend!"
-One Reggaeryan to another
"Did you see that Reggaeryan selling hemp sweaters? Man, he's just some strange crossbreed of hippie-wigger."
-Non-Reggaeryan
-One Reggaeryan to another
"Did you see that Reggaeryan selling hemp sweaters? Man, he's just some strange crossbreed of hippie-wigger."
-Non-Reggaeryan
by YoungChris November 15, 2011
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Get the regnant mug.n. What Third-Eye gumshoes end up reading on drizzly Tuesday afternoons after listening to the monotonous staccato of rain on their desktops...
Out of the fog.
Into the smog (cough cough).
Relentlessly.
Ruthlessly! (I wonder where Ruth is?).
DOGGEDLY! (ruff! ruff!)
Toward his weekly meeting with THE UNKNOWN.
At 4th and Drucker he turns left.
At Drucker and 4th he turns right.
He crosses MacArthur Park and walks into a great sandstone building. (Oh, my nose!)
Groping for the door, he steps inside, climbs the 13 steps to his office.
He walks in.
He's ready for mystery.
He's ready for EXITEMENT!
HE'S READY FOR ANYTHING, HE'S...
(rrrring) (click) Nick Danger, Third Eye.
(Uhh, I wanna order a pizza to go with no anchovies)
No andchovies? You've got the wrong man! I spell my name "DANGER!"
(click) (what?)
Let's get down to business. Uncross those beautiful stems of yours, baby! Here's the case I call number 666...
It all began innocently enough on Tuesday. I was sitting in my office on that drizzly afternoon listening to the monotonous staccato of rain on my desktop, and reading my name on the glass of my office door--"regnaD kciN."
My secretary lay snoring on the floor. Her long, beautiful gams pinioned under the couch.
I didn't hear him enter, but my nostrils flared at the smell of his perfume: "Pyramid Pachuli." There was only one joker in L.A. sensitive enough to wear that scent, and I had to find out WHO HE WAS...
Into the smog (cough cough).
Relentlessly.
Ruthlessly! (I wonder where Ruth is?).
DOGGEDLY! (ruff! ruff!)
Toward his weekly meeting with THE UNKNOWN.
At 4th and Drucker he turns left.
At Drucker and 4th he turns right.
He crosses MacArthur Park and walks into a great sandstone building. (Oh, my nose!)
Groping for the door, he steps inside, climbs the 13 steps to his office.
He walks in.
He's ready for mystery.
He's ready for EXITEMENT!
HE'S READY FOR ANYTHING, HE'S...
(rrrring) (click) Nick Danger, Third Eye.
(Uhh, I wanna order a pizza to go with no anchovies)
No andchovies? You've got the wrong man! I spell my name "DANGER!"
(click) (what?)
Let's get down to business. Uncross those beautiful stems of yours, baby! Here's the case I call number 666...
It all began innocently enough on Tuesday. I was sitting in my office on that drizzly afternoon listening to the monotonous staccato of rain on my desktop, and reading my name on the glass of my office door--"regnaD kciN."
My secretary lay snoring on the floor. Her long, beautiful gams pinioned under the couch.
I didn't hear him enter, but my nostrils flared at the smell of his perfume: "Pyramid Pachuli." There was only one joker in L.A. sensitive enough to wear that scent, and I had to find out WHO HE WAS...
by Dan Weyandt August 21, 2008
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