A small, disgusting, nugget shaped particle that is often coughed up from ones lung. It smells worse than a rotting corpse and you are scared you are the only one...
You are not alone.
You are not alone.
by Sir Blump-a-lot February 25, 2010
Get the Lung Biscuitmug. by dante41 June 4, 2005
Get the nigger biscuitmug. a get together between comrades where young men race in a circle to finish jerking off first onto a biscuit. Whoever finishes last must eat the biscuit.
by bizkiteater February 8, 2010
Get the biscuit partymug. The definition is a cuter way of calling a guy Gay or calling him an Ass Banger, it's less hurtful. (Soft Bread like Ass tissue which is known as the "Biscuit", and Banger referring to a Homosexual Male who likes to tickle turds)
Ray likes to wear pink shirts, spikes his hair, drinks fruity cocktails, slaps guys on the ass, sings karaoke at the Gay Bars, and has never have a girlfriend. That is why I think he's a Biscuit Banger.
by SassyJax01 October 31, 2011
Get the Biscuit Bangermug. Gorilla Biscuits is a slang term for Quaaludes, a sedative drug otherwise known as Methaqualone. It is also the name of straight edge hardcore band Gorilla Biscuits from New York.
by platinumhands July 9, 2007
Get the gorilla biscuitmug. by Galaxygal September 22, 2008
Get the Biscuit Feetmug. Alas, I must disagree with my associates. An earlier archaic and authentic definition of "gorilla biscuits", along with fender benders and ape wafers, referred to any of the brightly colored palette of barbiturates; reds, blues, and yellows,* readily available in the sixties (1967, not some fucking 1987 Grateful Dead concert). It slipped official notice that these drugs caused more mayhem and death than the Vietnam War (except, of course, for the Vietnamese).
Anyhow, I remember being struck at the time by the witty repartee in the example below, overheard in some dingy quasi-hip tenement decades before the band was named and some poseur managed to confuse up and down.
*Optional Text - Weird Ramblings: Now that I think of it, these are the very colors of the Wonder Bread Balloons... Coincidence? That's what they want you to believe! What? Never heard of Wonder Bread? That's because I'm getting so fucking old, and that's why Nembutal is enjoying a new popularity among my peer group, that little ace in the hole you want to keep within easy reach when the time comes for the compassionate healthcare providers to put you on life support and torture your ass for five or ten years until your estate is exhausted. No thanks, sonny; pass the goof-balls and a pint of Ballerina Vodka.
Anyhow, I remember being struck at the time by the witty repartee in the example below, overheard in some dingy quasi-hip tenement decades before the band was named and some poseur managed to confuse up and down.
*Optional Text - Weird Ramblings: Now that I think of it, these are the very colors of the Wonder Bread Balloons... Coincidence? That's what they want you to believe! What? Never heard of Wonder Bread? That's because I'm getting so fucking old, and that's why Nembutal is enjoying a new popularity among my peer group, that little ace in the hole you want to keep within easy reach when the time comes for the compassionate healthcare providers to put you on life support and torture your ass for five or ten years until your estate is exhausted. No thanks, sonny; pass the goof-balls and a pint of Ballerina Vodka.
Joe: "Hey, whatchu doin' tonight?"
Moe: "I'm gonna eat gorilla biscuits and drink Old English and go star gazing."
That is to say, he would take a couple of Tuinal and wash it down with malt liquor until he collapsed on some citizen's lawn staring up into the hazy Long Beach sky, hopefully not drowning in his own puke as became customary among some of our idols. Oh well, to each his own.
Moe: "I'm gonna eat gorilla biscuits and drink Old English and go star gazing."
That is to say, he would take a couple of Tuinal and wash it down with malt liquor until he collapsed on some citizen's lawn staring up into the hazy Long Beach sky, hopefully not drowning in his own puke as became customary among some of our idols. Oh well, to each his own.
by Doc Benway '47 May 18, 2011
Get the gorilla biscuitsmug.