A build in Warzone 2 that consists of only two weapons: a rocket launcher, and a heavy duty shield. This build was created from the very essence of genius. It is rumoured that it originated from a senior citizen who hot-keys mute to individual players.
DownsHero19: omfg, our teammate is rocket shield’n, we’re going to lose this game
Guybehindyou: LoOk aT tHe sCoRe!!1
DownsHero19: holy sh*t, we won
Guybehindyou: LoOk aT tHe sCoRe!!1
DownsHero19: holy sh*t, we won
by ShaniceLivesOn June 12, 2023
by Nito1124 January 05, 2017
A minivan that drives at extreme speeds and very recklessly through traffic, usually with an overly-stressed middle-aged suburban-dwelling mother of 4 kids that's running late to her 2nd son's soccer practice
Mike - "Did you see that Ford Windstar bobbing and weaving through traffic?"
Dan - "Yeah man, that was like a mom rocket!"
AJ - "She must be late to her kid's soccer practice."
Dan - "Yeah man, that was like a mom rocket!"
AJ - "She must be late to her kid's soccer practice."
by BigRick2008 November 20, 2018
The 'final frontier' pizza shack down in the Lower East Side, peopled predominantly by crazies and drunks.
A nifty spot for inebriated/shitfaced folk in passionate pursuit of pizza grease to alleviate toxic gastric goings-on. However, the same cannot be said in favor of a parallel palliative property for vesical toxicity, owing to the conspicuous absence of lavatory facilities at the aforementioned location - to wit (and with yet more labored eloquence) 'the lack of assuagement for urinary distress, for the lack of a sewage meant for sanitary egress.'
In an alternative appraisal, Rocket Joe's serves as a perfect locus for chance encounters such as may occur between a charming young man (one quarter Japanese, Polish and German) and a mildly intoxicated girl whose ethnicity poses an analogous dilemma.
The famed pizzeria also offers a curiously ideal ambience for the far-from-awkward exchange of mobile numbers resulting in a beautiful reunion between strangers in the night.
Chef’s recommendation: Seagram’s Sparkling Seltzer Water
A nifty spot for inebriated/shitfaced folk in passionate pursuit of pizza grease to alleviate toxic gastric goings-on. However, the same cannot be said in favor of a parallel palliative property for vesical toxicity, owing to the conspicuous absence of lavatory facilities at the aforementioned location - to wit (and with yet more labored eloquence) 'the lack of assuagement for urinary distress, for the lack of a sewage meant for sanitary egress.'
In an alternative appraisal, Rocket Joe's serves as a perfect locus for chance encounters such as may occur between a charming young man (one quarter Japanese, Polish and German) and a mildly intoxicated girl whose ethnicity poses an analogous dilemma.
The famed pizzeria also offers a curiously ideal ambience for the far-from-awkward exchange of mobile numbers resulting in a beautiful reunion between strangers in the night.
Chef’s recommendation: Seagram’s Sparkling Seltzer Water
C: So wasted, so hungry...let's get pizza..
R: (much slurring) Oh look, Rocket Joe's... you get the pizza...(long pause) I'll go chat up the mancandy..
R: (much slurring) Oh look, Rocket Joe's... you get the pizza...(long pause) I'll go chat up the mancandy..
by RCthulhu December 24, 2013
by whyareyoureadingme? February 28, 2016
Form of pocket pool. A reach around delivered by the passenger while horseback riding with a large group of gay males.
by Oaklahoma November 29, 2007
by docelch September 13, 2011