Green Day

Fag ass british "punk" band who likes taking it in the "corn hole". They are british pole smokers.

Green Day likes dick in all of their bums.

by John Phiscer October 13, 2009

Day Walker

A walker of the day. Someone who has a strict sleep schedule that prohibits them from staying up late.

Pat: "Is Joe going to come out with us tonight?"
Tom: "No he fell asleep at 7am."
Pat: "What a day walker!"

by DeWordSupplyA June 14, 2009

Business Day

The amount of time it takes for a male to respond to a female's text message. In contrast to the Webster definition, this business day could be up to 7 days at a time. Business Days usually cause the female population stress and result in radical actions.

Hazel: "Have you heard back from Adam yet?"

Mary:" No, I am up to 5 business days now."

by PudgyChris September 29, 2018

Labor Day

The last day of summer. Usually school starts starts slighty before or after this day. As the name suggests, it celebrates workers. Since Summer ends, people tend to avoid wearing light colors after this day in order to keep warm.

Delivery boy: Hey, why aren't you wearing your white cardigan, Mrs. Frankbaum?
Shelia: Labor day was yesterday.
DB: Oh. Is Mr. Frankbaum at work?
Shelia: Yes, Ted is. He's a lawyer.
DB: Wanna fuck?
Sheila: I'm not an infidel, you perv!

by Hannibal Lector42 September 6, 2011

Z-day

any day that one takes to avoid daily responsibilities(usually a day of school)by faking some kind of illness.

"Man, i heard she's taken like 20 Z-days already this year"

by T-lzr April 6, 2009

pi day

Pi Day is when the countdown to 4-20 starts. It is exactly 37 days away from this point. And for those who do not know what 4-20 is, look it up :

it's pi day! 37 days left til 420

by itschelsaybby April 10, 2007

Hard day

A day composed of edges

Any day when the laptop is a neighbour with three dark eyes and a civility agenda and you cannot speak to your lover because there is a file always bottomless with responses and memories, all this eaten up and spat out as the hours, always the hours and the hours, the laptop still waiting for more dark informational snacks, and you call your lover instead to apologize, but the electrical wire that runs through your wrist is cold, it squirms and holds still only when you are silent, without the sentence to hold you up you are a chameleon wishing for fewer edges, only time rubs itself against all subjective things and you finally sit alone typing, remembering a sound behind your back, watching the body arc and splay and fight itself across the road as the spirit leaves this day. Hard day.

by Rayhsu Alexleslie April 21, 2010