The supreme definition of cool. A short guy that can perform very heroic feats such as suck his own penis. I have seen it before, i have it on videotape, i have masturbated to the video. He can also orgasm for hours. I have that also on video tape.
Hey look at that hot guy, doesnt he remind u of a Waz 2 da Qaz, come on lets take off our pants and masturbate to that guy
by Ryan August 21, 2003
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Get the silkk da shocker mug.beautiful, attractive, admirable,adorable radiant, cute, dazzling and magnificant are just some of the words to discribe this foxy mamasita. She loves chocolate and cake and is alittle on the timid/lazy side but thats okay. Studies have shown that on very rare occasions she is found to be hyper. Witnessing this unusual phenomenon is quite spectacular. But beneath the beauty, smile, stunning eyes of becca there is a dark and dangerous force waiting to be released. Daring to provoke such a force will result in calamity, and most likely then not a very sore cheek bone.Id tell you why shes called the wrecka but its a secret...so shhhhhh!
by meh October 17, 2004
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"Off da chains!" means something makes you as happy as a runaway slave that made it to the north.
"Off da chains!" means something makes you as happy as a runaway slave that made it to the north.
by ILL34GL3 January 19, 2005
Get the off da chains mug.A very talented, young, black hip-hop artist. OJ, standing for Orange Juice, 'da Juiceman' has produced hit singles by the very sound of his voice. Expressions such as "ay" and "ok" have brought this young rapper to fame and to the rap industry's limelight.
Other expressions of his range from "I got dem stupid fo fo's sittin on dem fruity pebbles like swoop"
and
"i roll hard, no pulp in ma juice"
Other expressions of his range from "I got dem stupid fo fo's sittin on dem fruity pebbles like swoop"
and
"i roll hard, no pulp in ma juice"
OJ da Juiceman
by da j-man April 30, 2009
Get the OJ da Juiceman mug.In A Gadda Da Vida (drunk for "In the Garden of Eden") is an early heavy metal tune that became a classic solely through its sheer, mind-numbing length and incomprehensability. At the time, this was confused for mysticism.
The lyrics are but a few mere lines of sticky sweet romanticism, totally at odds with constipated metal vocals -- the latter of which were appropriate for the time and genre, the former of which would not be appropriate under any circumstances.
A baseline and accompanying rhythm guitar that was probably funky to white boys back in those days starts the tune. For added zip the organist helps the drummer out jazzcat style.
After singing the first repetition of the lyrics, which, it must be noted, are themselves repetitive, the lead singer improvises a little with a flourished "Please take my hand!" followed by a feeling-the-moment exclamation of "guitar!"
This is of course followed by an organ solo.
What evolves from there can only be described these days as a bad horror movie incidental score, punctuated by a one man drum circle and an interperative two-finger organ recital of "We Three Kings of Orient Are."
The song wraps up with a nearly identical iteration of the lyrics. This is an important feature of the song, because, although numerous parodies have spawned over the days, perhaps the funniest thing you can do with it is carefully dub a second copy seamlessly onto the end of the first, and then a third, and so on to the length of the longest recording media you can possibly find.
The end product has the effect of driving aged stoners (the only kind you can persuade to listen to it) stark raving mad. They cannot figure out whether the song is just dragging on like they remembered it from years ago, or whether they are just really, really baked. After about a half hour (which is well under twice the length of the original song) tension levels in the room will start to rise, and you can have fun placing bets on which of them will decide they have had enough first.
The lyrics are but a few mere lines of sticky sweet romanticism, totally at odds with constipated metal vocals -- the latter of which were appropriate for the time and genre, the former of which would not be appropriate under any circumstances.
A baseline and accompanying rhythm guitar that was probably funky to white boys back in those days starts the tune. For added zip the organist helps the drummer out jazzcat style.
After singing the first repetition of the lyrics, which, it must be noted, are themselves repetitive, the lead singer improvises a little with a flourished "Please take my hand!" followed by a feeling-the-moment exclamation of "guitar!"
This is of course followed by an organ solo.
What evolves from there can only be described these days as a bad horror movie incidental score, punctuated by a one man drum circle and an interperative two-finger organ recital of "We Three Kings of Orient Are."
The song wraps up with a nearly identical iteration of the lyrics. This is an important feature of the song, because, although numerous parodies have spawned over the days, perhaps the funniest thing you can do with it is carefully dub a second copy seamlessly onto the end of the first, and then a third, and so on to the length of the longest recording media you can possibly find.
The end product has the effect of driving aged stoners (the only kind you can persuade to listen to it) stark raving mad. They cannot figure out whether the song is just dragging on like they remembered it from years ago, or whether they are just really, really baked. After about a half hour (which is well under twice the length of the original song) tension levels in the room will start to rise, and you can have fun placing bets on which of them will decide they have had enough first.
by skids October 26, 2005
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