A remarkably good looking, intelligent, and desirable duo hailing from Western Pennsylvania. The two share a biting wit and undeniably good taste. They are better than most other people, but are friendly and sociable with those not as blessed, nonetheless. This duo comes as a package deal and are rarely seen apart, though, on such rare occasions, if engaged in conversation they will undoubtedly only converse about the other.
by ylyayp4eva October 8, 2008
Get the Crazy J and Shan the Manmug. This is something you repeat to yourself over and over again as fast as you can when trying to urgently find a toilet because you are holding in a huge bowl movement that feels like it is about to explode out your ass at any unsuspecting momoent.
Your stomach is aching, and gurgling, and you feel you cant hold it any longer.
SO...You ask the teacher for permission to use the bathroom.
"And the teacher allows you"
So you calmly get out of your seat like "No Big Deal" and you slowly head out the door, making sure to close it behind you.
And as soon as the door is closed you break into a super fast speed walk while clinching your butt-cheecks together and repeating to yourself as fast as you can "O.J. Nicholas J. Saint Crapper"....As if it is some kind of prayer that is keeping you from crapping all over yourself.
SO...You ask the teacher for permission to use the bathroom.
"And the teacher allows you"
So you calmly get out of your seat like "No Big Deal" and you slowly head out the door, making sure to close it behind you.
And as soon as the door is closed you break into a super fast speed walk while clinching your butt-cheecks together and repeating to yourself as fast as you can "O.J. Nicholas J. Saint Crapper"....As if it is some kind of prayer that is keeping you from crapping all over yourself.
by ---->In.Need.Of.A.Toilet<---- July 23, 2009
Get the O.J. Nicholas J. Saint Crappermug. When you can't hold your shit in anymore....
This is something you repeat to yourself as fast as you can while urgently trying to get to the nearest toilet, before you accidentally shit all over yourself.
This is something you repeat to yourself as fast as you can while urgently trying to get to the nearest toilet, before you accidentally shit all over yourself.
At work today...I had to super speed walk down the hall, while clinching my butt-checks together in order to get to the nearest toilet. Or else I would have shitted all over myself... The whole way there I was chanting "O.J. Nicholas J. Saint Crapper" repeatedly as fast as I could.
I successfully made it to the toilet though!... I think the "O.J. Nicholas J. Saint Crapper" chant keeps you from shitting all over yourself.
Thank God I didn't shit all over myself!
I successfully made it to the toilet though!... I think the "O.J. Nicholas J. Saint Crapper" chant keeps you from shitting all over yourself.
Thank God I didn't shit all over myself!
by _-_-_->The Shit Master<-_-_-_ July 24, 2009
Get the O.J. Nicholas J. Saint Crappermug. by TheGuyWhoMadeAWord January 11, 2014
Get the michael j fox holemug. by shlat/kari November 2, 2021
Get the On baby boy j-shlatmug. J. Percy Page High School is a high school located in Edmonton, Alberta, Canada. The "J" has been presumed to stand for jail. The teaching staff mostly consists of (but not limited to) racists, communists, and pricks. Two of the most common occurrences include being cut in front of at the line in the cafeteria by kids much cooler than you, and/or holding open a double-door for some chick who will just end up using the other door, ignoring you, because she's just way too hot for your courteous gestures. The majority of the students at this school are morons who can't stop talking about weed, partying, and shitty Import cars.
Attending J. Percy Page High School was the absolute worst decision I had ever made in my entire life. Most of my time was spent coupled with kids in remedial classes because the teachers there had failed to realize that I did not belong there, but that I was just lazy. I would spend my days sitting at the back of the room, all by myself, completely alone, listening to people talk about shit that made me want to stick my entire fucking body in an industrial meatgrinder. My bouts of happiness would come from excusing myself to use the washroom, just so I could rub one out, or, roaming the halls in between classes trying to make meaningful eye contact with some other lost soul who could feel my pain, and swallow my gargantuan load. Oh, and just incase you were wondering, I never did find that person. With the exception of the always awesome Mr. Mitchell (best teacher in the Known Universe nominee for sure) who was always kind to a skinny, brown and overly tall weirdo such as myself, everyone who has, is or will step foot in this place is a complete asswipe. Even after having left this place two years ago, I still feel an urgency to let the Universe know my story. Whether you read this five months from now, five years from now, or even five hundred years from now, whatever you do, do NOT go to J. Percy Page High School.
by TZG_Eleven June 14, 2011
Get the J. Percy Page High Schoolmug. by WesternFish September 24, 2009
Get the C I M B Jmug.