n. a beautiful potential utopia of blended cultural identity and class spolit by mass commercialism, wanky products and a mentality based solely on ripping people off due to complete lack of alternatives.
by anticon February 01, 2005
Barrington middle schools are shitshows and hellholes. At station, cliques are beating people up and are high as fuck while getting fingered by their “boyfriend” . You can expect slutty girls wearing the complete basic white girl starter pack and the boys just bring fuckboys in section three. Everyone is super fake and hates each other. They talk behind your back even if you’re right in front of them (they’re fucking idiots) good luck
by mr.steal yo phone haupt July 03, 2019
Someone who you don’t really talk to or keep in touch with but act extremely chummy when they see each other
Me: Erich Is that your gas station friend Jason?? You should go say hi to him!!
(Goes over to talk)
*Twenty minutes later*
Erich: Dang I’m gonna miss Jason
(Goes over to talk)
*Twenty minutes later*
Erich: Dang I’m gonna miss Jason
by Lil fetus March 04, 2019
by TizzyTism October 27, 2017
by GasSiphonerAndy August 04, 2022
Something bad that you are about to do that is equivalent to smoking weed in the bathroom of a police station.
by Quicksliver August 25, 2008
Person of individual or eccentric demeanour found freqenting every major (and often minor) bus park or station throughout the globe. Living in their own special world, said Bus Station Loony will happily occupy each daylight hour shuffling throughout every corner of their domain. They love to be among people, but are inept at standard social intercourse, therefore will mumble to themselves, sing, hold conversations with inanimate objects and generally put the willies up any average commuter.
Also any member of the long-running British punk band, The Bus station Loonies. The similarities are several thousandfold.
Also any member of the long-running British punk band, The Bus station Loonies. The similarities are several thousandfold.
Whilst waiting for the number 84 to Tavistock, I had to occupy my time by trying to avoid the Bus Station Loony at Bretonside Station. The poor soul reeked of urine and kept insisting I came to their gig that night.
by chris wheelie April 30, 2005