Mrs. Bob

In Moulmein, in lower Burma, I was hated by large numbers of people – the only time in my life that I have been important enough for this to happen to me. I was sub-divisional police officer of the town, and in an aimless, petty kind of way anti-European feeling was very bitter. No one had the guts to raise a riot, but if a European woman went through the bazaars alone somebody would probably spit betel juice over her dress. As a police officer I was an obvious target and was baited whenever it seemed safe to do so. When a nimble Burman tripped me up on the football field and the referee (another Burman) looked the other way, the crowd yelled with hideous laughter. This happened more than once. In the end the sneering yellow faces of young men that met me everywhere, the insults hooted after me when I was at a safe distance, got badly on my nerves. The young Buddhist priests were the worst of all. There were several thousands of them in the town and none of them seemed to have anything to do except stand on street corners and jeer at Europeans.

You're such a Mrs. Bob

by anonymous March 19, 2021

Mrs. Bob

In Moulmein, in lower Burma, I was hated by large numbers of people – the only time in my life that I have been important enough for this to happen to me. I was sub-divisional police officer of the town, and in an aimless, petty kind of way anti-European feeling was very bitter. No one had the guts to raise a riot, but if a European woman went through the bazaars alone somebody would probably spit betel juice over her dress. As a police officer I was an obvious target and was baited whenever it seemed safe to do so. When a nimble Burman tripped me up on the football field and the referee (another Burman) looked the other way, the crowd yelled with hideous laughter. This happened more than once. In the end the sneering yellow faces of young men that met me everywhere, the insults hooted after me when I was at a safe distance, got badly on my nerves. The young Buddhist priests were the worst of all. There were several thousands of them in the town and none of them seemed to have anything to do except stand on street corners and jeer at Europeans.

Don't be such a Mrs. Bob

by Beep Beep Bob March 19, 2021

Mr Hawker

A man that usually has a pot belly. If your a teacher and your name is Mr hawker you have a really bad haircut. They love stirring the shit outta ya as well.

Student: Hey Mr hawker nice haircut
Mr hawker: why thank you my wife done it last night while she was drunk, how does it look
Student: I mean I couldn't look any worse

by Fat pizza March 20, 2021

Mr. Clean

Mr. Clean. the guy u see on those commercials.

person 1: hey have u seen that new Mr. Clean commercial?

person 2: u mean the sexy mr. clean commercial?

by goldenxstones March 21, 2021

Mr. Gimmick

A game released for the NES in 1992 in Japan and in 1993 in Scandinavia.

My Swedish friend remembers playing Mr. Gimmick.

by LucianoTheWindowsFan March 21, 2021

Mr bEeL

pOoL bEeL in his true form

OML AAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH pOoL bEeL is in his TRUE FORM RUNNNN AWAYYYY6YY from Mr bEeL

by True fax’s 69 March 24, 2021

Mr Pinkie Dinkie

an extended nickname of a teacher at Mary Mackillop College Nundah, also known to stare at me for a second longer then what is socially acceptable for a 20 year old to look at a 11 year old.

Person A: hey have you seen mr pink? i need help on my history assignment.
Person B: oh mr pinkie dinkie? i bet his dinkie is pinkie.
Person A: thats fucking creepy.
Mr Pink: morning ladies
Person A: no.

by a_n_o2mass March 26, 2021