'Winnipeg summer'

A two-day or three-day weekend.

Pamela mentions to her friend - 'Hey! When's it gonna warm up?' Angie says: Ha-ha, a 'Winnipeg summer' - that's a weekend! Guess you missed it when you went to Toronto last week. Remember, this is Winterpeg we live in. Phoenix - it's not.

by Century25 September 26, 2013

duh winning

To reach a pinnacle of success despite the heavy use of drugs and hookers. The person who reaches this pinnacle usually has tiger's blood flowing through them.

Interviewer: So what have you been doing lately?

Winner: Duh winning, why else would I have tiger's blood flow through my veins?

Interviewer: Maybe cause you got Hep C from all those hookers.

by Taco Van March 26, 2011

Living the life of a lotto winner

Enjoying all the benefits of wealth without doing any work, usually because of the generosity of parents.

She: Wow, that guy is lucky: he's unemployed and living with his parents in their mansion, his mother is a great cook, he has the use of his father's Mini Cooper, and spends most of his time swimming, playing golf, and, generally, anything that he wants to do.
He: Yeah, he's living the life of a lotto winner.

by ring-tailed roarer May 30, 2009

winnied

When you get so intoxicated that you make bad decisions and have very little memory the following morning.

I got so winnied last night that I blacked out three times.

by slah September 13, 2014

winners restart

Video gamers who continually restart to succeed at a level, battle, or match to avoid a losing record, or to continue ones turn without passing the controller to the next gamer in line.

Dude, what the hell? It's my turn!!!

Whatever dude, that was a winners restart. I'm just about to beat this level.

by Oso D'lyshus February 26, 2008

award winning turd

A turd so incredible that it merits formal recognition.

There is absolutely no doubt that this was an award winning turd!

by Dr Bunnygirl November 19, 2019

Winnebago Ballet

An elegant dance of the American family camper vs. any passing vehicle where the 'passee' is completely oblivious of the 'passer' all the while swerving and making frequent stops or sudden slow-downs to oogle wildlife and scenic overlooks. The ensuing dance is usually if not always done on a double yellow line, two lane road that serpentines for miles and miles with no clear passing opportunities until the 'passer' summons the gift of GREAT BALLS to chance the split second window and make their passing move. The dance is always followed up with the one finger salute from the 'passer' to the 'passee' upon completion of the ballet.

..."while driving the Blue Ridge Parkway I had to do the Winnebago Ballet quite a few times in order to get anywhere"

by hexacat July 31, 2008