Noun
Air-Qaida, also referred to as Oxygen Terrorists are more simply known as Oxygen Hijackers or thieves. They are worthless piece's of shit. They have no job or purpose in life, but to steal clean breathing air from us self sufficient human beings
Air-Qaida, also referred to as Oxygen Terrorists are more simply known as Oxygen Hijackers or thieves. They are worthless piece's of shit. They have no job or purpose in life, but to steal clean breathing air from us self sufficient human beings
Sanchez's lazy uncle probably belongs to an Air-Qaida sleeper cell...The mother fucker just eat and sleeps. Lazy, useless bitch
by Tarawa COC S312 January 25, 2011

A word Brando made up for Trevor’s whip. Which is technically a really long flail anyway, so whatever.
Trevor Belmont: I will save the day and I will make this go away. I will hit you all in the balls with this Air Mace. Motherfuckah
by Charles_Martel November 7, 2019

The breeze that once receives in the back seat of the car from a fully opened window; usually is much stronger and more concentrated in that respect.
by Chris Kipp July 25, 2007

by Lady deuce dropper August 7, 2017

Old Ma Begley seemed blissfully unaware of the toy poodle carcass mashed round the rear wheel of her mobility scooter as she sped through the mall scowling into the far distance and chomping away on a big wad of air gum.
by EstuaryPig April 28, 2010

Or Blair as Bmorians like to call it. A place, located in the middle of no where but the people think they run the world, full of rich families and their rich kids who all drive convertables. The Harford mall is the hang-out spot(that no one seems to remember pre-GAP) for the mall rats in middle school. When you hit high school, this can be upgraded to the Plaza, aka the parking lot between McD's and Superfresh. This usually doesnt last long, until you are all kicked out to Wawa down the street. There is nothing to do in this town, except smoke pot and have sex. Harford county is the number 2 county in the nation for growing pot, and its not a suprise my mom got scared she said "you're moving with your auntie and uncle in Bel-Air". I whistled for a cab and when it came near the license plate said "Fresh" and had dice in the mirror if anything I could say that this cab was rare but I thought nah, forget it, yo homes to bel-air. I pulled up to a house about seven or eight and I yelled to the cabbie Yo homes, smell you later. Looked at my kingdom I was finally there to sit on my throne as the prince of Bel-Air.
by Will Shmith October 15, 2006

by Hayte November 30, 2004
