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This is a symbolic gesture much like "awkward turtle" which is done to someone who appears frustrated or mad. It is accomplished by approaching someone and then, through use of your index finger and middle finger, running those fingers up the arm of the angry person while moving your fingers as if they are running up the arm. This must all be done with a smile on your face and a rapid movement of your fingers from the respective persons' wrist all the way up to their shoulder. The phrase "angry ants" must be said throughout the execution of this gesture.
Navdeep: Damn I feel pretty angry
(Vivian runs, ok jk thats not possible, Vivian slowly trudges to Navdeep and runs her fingers up his arm to denote angry ants)
Vivian: AaaaaaNNGGRRRYYYYY AAAAANTSSSSSSS!!!
Navdeep: Ok I feel much better now, let's go eat some nutella and then have mixed berry yogurt with chocolate chips
Vivian: BBOOOO YYYAAAAA!!!!
(Vivian runs, ok jk thats not possible, Vivian slowly trudges to Navdeep and runs her fingers up his arm to denote angry ants)
Vivian: AaaaaaNNGGRRRYYYYY AAAAANTSSSSSSS!!!
Navdeep: Ok I feel much better now, let's go eat some nutella and then have mixed berry yogurt with chocolate chips
Vivian: BBOOOO YYYAAAAA!!!!
by Navdeep Singh June 23, 2007
Get the Angry Ants mug.A pussy that is either sexually repressed or completely and utterly unsatisfied before, during, or after sex and becomes angry as shit because it’s owner did not get off OR even come close. When a woman lies motionless facing the wall after sex, her pussy is getting angry and it is slowly becoming overwhelmed with rage. The woman will not talk about her pussy’s dissatisfaction but instead will merely use it, a little at a time, to make the life of the offending penis’s owner unbelievably miserable.
The traits of a woman with an Angry Beaver can manifest themselves in such a way that they can be mistakenly classified as bitchiness or PMS. The easy was to differentiate between a woman with an Angry Beaver and one who is just a “Straight up Cunt,” is to bang her brains out (multiple times if possible). If she is cured of her symptoms, you know that she just had an Angry Beaver.
The traits of a woman with an Angry Beaver can manifest themselves in such a way that they can be mistakenly classified as bitchiness or PMS. The easy was to differentiate between a woman with an Angry Beaver and one who is just a “Straight up Cunt,” is to bang her brains out (multiple times if possible). If she is cured of her symptoms, you know that she just had an Angry Beaver.
Dude, once she gets rammed hard a few dozen times it should tame her Angry Beaver.
I hear Bob can't get it up and I bet'cha his wife has one hell of an Angry Beaver!
I hear Bob can't get it up and I bet'cha his wife has one hell of an Angry Beaver!
by Julie is Queen March 14, 2008
Get the Angry Beaver mug.Boy: DUDE! i was getting a BJ last night from that chick
Friend: Awsomeee!.
Boy: yeapp but she was gave me an angry damla :/
Friend: suckss
Friend: Awsomeee!.
Boy: yeapp but she was gave me an angry damla :/
Friend: suckss
by biggboy October 27, 2010
Get the Angry Damla mug.The Angry White Man. The Angry White Man comes from all economic backgrounds, from dirt-poor to filthy rich. He represents all geographic areas in America, from urban sophisticate to rural redneck, deep South to mountain West, left Coast to Eastern Seaboard.
His common traits are that he isn’t looking for anything from anyone — just the promise to be able to make his own way on a level playing field. In many cases, he is an independent businessman and employs several people. He pays more than his share of taxes and works hard.
The victimhood syndrome buzzwords — “disenfranchised,” “marginalized” and “voiceless” — don’t resonate with him. “Pres ‘one’ for English” is a curse-word to him. He’s used to picking up the tab, whether it’s the company Christmas party, three sets of braces, three college educations or a beautiful wedding.
He believes the Constitution is to be interpreted literally, not as a “living document” open to the whims and vagaries of a panel of judges who have never worked an honest day in their lives.
The Angry White Man owns firearms, and he’s willing to pick up a gun to defend his home and his country. He is willing to lay down his life to defend the freedom and safety of others, and the thought of killing someone who needs killing really doesn’t bother him.
The Angry White Man is not a metrosexual, a homosexual or a victim. Nobody like him drowned in Hurricane Katrina — he got his people together and got the hell out, then went back in to rescue those too helpless and stupid to help themselves, often as a police officer, a National Guard soldier or a volunteer firefighter.
His last name and religion don’t matter. His background might be Italian, English, Polish, German, Slavic, Irish, or Russian, and he might have Cherokee, Mexican, or Puerto Rican mixed in, but he considers himself a white American.
He’s a man’s man, the kind of guy who likes to play poker, watch football, hunt white-tailed deer, call turkeys, play golf, spend a few bucks at a strip club once in a blue moon, change his own oil and build things. He coaches baseball, soccer and football teams and doesn’t ask for a penny. He’s the kind of guy who can put an addition on his house with a couple of friends, drill an oil well, weld a new bumper for his truck, design a factory and publish books. He can fill a train with 100,000 tons of coal and get it to the power plant on time so that you keep the lights on and never know what it took to flip that light switch.
Women either love him or hate him, but they know he’s a man, not a dishrag. If they’re looking for someone to walk all over, they’ve got the wrong guy. He stands up straight, opens doors for women and says “Yes, sir” and “No, ma’am.”
He might be a Republican and he might be a Democrat; he might be a Libertarian or a Green. He knows that his wife is more emotional than rational, and he guides the family in a rational manner.
He’s not a racist, but he is annoyed and disappointed when people of certain backgrounds exhibit behavior that typifies the worst stereotypes of their race. He’s willing to give everybody a fair chance if they work hard, play by the rules and learn English.
Most important, the Angry White Man is pissed off. When his job site becomes flooded with illegal workers who don’t pay taxes and his wages drop like a stone, he gets righteously angry. When his job gets shipped overseas, and he has to speak to some incomprehensible idiot in India for tech support, he simmers. When Al Sharpton comes on TV, leading some rally for reparations for slavery or some such nonsense, he bites his tongue and he remembers. When a child gets charged with carrying a concealed weapon for mistakenly bringing a penknife to school, he takes note of who the local idiots are in education and law enforcement.
His common traits are that he isn’t looking for anything from anyone — just the promise to be able to make his own way on a level playing field. In many cases, he is an independent businessman and employs several people. He pays more than his share of taxes and works hard.
The victimhood syndrome buzzwords — “disenfranchised,” “marginalized” and “voiceless” — don’t resonate with him. “Pres ‘one’ for English” is a curse-word to him. He’s used to picking up the tab, whether it’s the company Christmas party, three sets of braces, three college educations or a beautiful wedding.
He believes the Constitution is to be interpreted literally, not as a “living document” open to the whims and vagaries of a panel of judges who have never worked an honest day in their lives.
The Angry White Man owns firearms, and he’s willing to pick up a gun to defend his home and his country. He is willing to lay down his life to defend the freedom and safety of others, and the thought of killing someone who needs killing really doesn’t bother him.
The Angry White Man is not a metrosexual, a homosexual or a victim. Nobody like him drowned in Hurricane Katrina — he got his people together and got the hell out, then went back in to rescue those too helpless and stupid to help themselves, often as a police officer, a National Guard soldier or a volunteer firefighter.
His last name and religion don’t matter. His background might be Italian, English, Polish, German, Slavic, Irish, or Russian, and he might have Cherokee, Mexican, or Puerto Rican mixed in, but he considers himself a white American.
He’s a man’s man, the kind of guy who likes to play poker, watch football, hunt white-tailed deer, call turkeys, play golf, spend a few bucks at a strip club once in a blue moon, change his own oil and build things. He coaches baseball, soccer and football teams and doesn’t ask for a penny. He’s the kind of guy who can put an addition on his house with a couple of friends, drill an oil well, weld a new bumper for his truck, design a factory and publish books. He can fill a train with 100,000 tons of coal and get it to the power plant on time so that you keep the lights on and never know what it took to flip that light switch.
Women either love him or hate him, but they know he’s a man, not a dishrag. If they’re looking for someone to walk all over, they’ve got the wrong guy. He stands up straight, opens doors for women and says “Yes, sir” and “No, ma’am.”
He might be a Republican and he might be a Democrat; he might be a Libertarian or a Green. He knows that his wife is more emotional than rational, and he guides the family in a rational manner.
He’s not a racist, but he is annoyed and disappointed when people of certain backgrounds exhibit behavior that typifies the worst stereotypes of their race. He’s willing to give everybody a fair chance if they work hard, play by the rules and learn English.
Most important, the Angry White Man is pissed off. When his job site becomes flooded with illegal workers who don’t pay taxes and his wages drop like a stone, he gets righteously angry. When his job gets shipped overseas, and he has to speak to some incomprehensible idiot in India for tech support, he simmers. When Al Sharpton comes on TV, leading some rally for reparations for slavery or some such nonsense, he bites his tongue and he remembers. When a child gets charged with carrying a concealed weapon for mistakenly bringing a penknife to school, he takes note of who the local idiots are in education and law enforcement.
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