A cylindrical tube of meat, consisting of a variety of animal parts, sandwiched between two pieces of bread commonly referred to as a "Who Dog bun". Widely considered to be a staple of the American diet, the "Who Dog" first garnered its name after inventor, Daniel Desario, boldly began warming one over a barbecue prior to a Who concert in the early 1980's.
"Would you like a Who Dog before the big show?"
"Oh, no thanks, I'm a vegan. What is a hoo-dog anyways?"
"Oh, no thanks, I'm a vegan. What is a hoo-dog anyways?"
by Schmoop-a-loop February 01, 2010
This question is asked when someone is so oblivious and unaware of their misguided viewpoint on an issue or topic that it seems they are the last one to know it.
“I don’t understand why more talented people don’t want to work in government!”
Who is going to tell them?
Who is going to tell them?
by JackieChilesAttorney January 01, 2024
This question is asked when someone is so oblivious and unaware of their misguided viewpoint on an issue or topic that it seems they are the last one to know it.
“I don’t understand why more talented people don’t want to work in government!”
Who is going to tell them?
Who is going to tell them?
by JackieChilesAttorney January 01, 2024
This question is asked when someone is so oblivious and unaware of their misguided viewpoint on an issue or topic that it seems they are the last one to know it.
by JackieChilesAttorney January 01, 2024
by Venom3 February 24, 2024
by 000000ps September 12, 2019
It was a cold snowy November morning...a friend picked me up from my estate. We grabbed some food and entered a nearby hipster coffee shop. While playing catch up, a man got hit by a truck. Everyone in the crowded coffee shop stopped typing poetry on their Mac book and looked up. What they saw was horrifying; blood everywhere, truck shattered on the ground. After the paramedics arrived and pronounced him dead on the scene. We all decided we had to go back to our poetry and overpriced espresso. A few minutes later, the mans son fell off the second story and he was still going strong. The barista was in a bad mood after all the craziness and while trying to get a refill on my Bianca white mocha he was being extremely rude. With much despair...the words rang from my mouth “who shit in your Oreos.”
Me: cheer up
Friend: go type your poetry and I hope your flannel rips.
Me: well “who shit in your Oreos”
Friend: go type your poetry and I hope your flannel rips.
Me: well “who shit in your Oreos”
by madscatraz November 22, 2017