a person who wishes they were of a different sex and stalks young women via aol instant messenger. see stalker, homosexual, cross dresser, fruitcake, queer, hermit, fat ass, loser, loner
by Phil Horowitz June 22, 2005
PaRaSiTiC: Dude, pass some of that Psy.
Dro: Fuck off, its all mine.
PaRaSiTiC: Faggot, ill just eat some Manson Psy.
Dro: Fuck off, its all mine.
PaRaSiTiC: Faggot, ill just eat some Manson Psy.
by Psy_ September 2, 2008
by Melliej March 2, 2011
It’s a peace of mind vacation, not where you are, that matters. It’s a state of inner calmness and tranquility, together with a sense of freedom, when thoughts and worries cease, and there is no stress, strain or fear. Totally disengaged from cell phones, emails, not going away but going inside.
At restaurants, your backyard, beaches, strolling your neighborhood — it’s what’s in your mind’s eye that can be a real vacation; a “psy-cation.”
At restaurants, your backyard, beaches, strolling your neighborhood — it’s what’s in your mind’s eye that can be a real vacation; a “psy-cation.”
Rebecca: Hey Kayla, where are you going on vacation?
Kayla: Vacation? Who can afford a vacation these days? Besides, I always need a vacation after I take a vacation!
Rebecca: Let's take a "psy-cation" instead...it's real peace of mind and we don't have to bother packing, fighting lines at airports, or spending a fortune on travel.
Kayla: Vacation? Who can afford a vacation these days? Besides, I always need a vacation after I take a vacation!
Rebecca: Let's take a "psy-cation" instead...it's real peace of mind and we don't have to bother packing, fighting lines at airports, or spending a fortune on travel.
by Dr. San Diego May 2, 2009
That song from 2011 written by psy really mad me want to get of the earth so glad i don't have to rem- OH CRAP
by Franksblinds July 1, 2017
Garment generally worn by psychedelic voyagers whilst tripping the hyperreal spaceways of untime. Provide complete protection against all common dangers such journeys frequently involve; house music, bad energy dragging you down, politicians, psychedelic love juice, bad trips, alien death rays, and Jeremy Beadle.
The only force LOUD enough to break down the psy-pants' defensive barrier is techno and even then it must be excessively filthy and sustained continuously for several days to have any noticable effect.
Psy-pants are hard to spot since they employ a holographic emitter which makes them look like moth-eaten old corduroy.
They can be purchased from any reputable druid, UV glow stall, or head shop, and need no batteries since they are powered by cosmic energy.
The only force LOUD enough to break down the psy-pants' defensive barrier is techno and even then it must be excessively filthy and sustained continuously for several days to have any noticable effect.
Psy-pants are hard to spot since they employ a holographic emitter which makes them look like moth-eaten old corduroy.
They can be purchased from any reputable druid, UV glow stall, or head shop, and need no batteries since they are powered by cosmic energy.
Billy held the flame to the bowl, igniting the minute quantity of powder he'd carefully weighed up about an hour earlier. It burned rigorously, the pale smoke filling his lungs with its complex chemistry. As he held his breath, the toxin slowly crossing the membrane into his blood stream, one unnerving thought struck home: he'd forgotten his psy-pants. He exhaled, but it was already too late...
by serializer April 18, 2007
by selkie January 26, 2014