Mr Haaf

A heavenly geography teacher who i need to impregnate and looks like the living re-incarnation of a bear and lets us watch CNN 10

Me: Mr Haaf is looking extra breedable today..
Friend: That’s a 22 year old married man.
Me: and?

by Utter_Lozer September 26, 2024

Mr. Noctober

When a MLB player dominates in the regular season, but can never keep be that same player in the postseason. A great example of a Mr. Noctober is Clayton Kershaw. These players aren't all that horrible in the postseason, they may have a few games or even a great run from time to time.

Example 1
Craig: Did u hear the Cardinals beat the Dodgers last night to advance?
Mark: Not surprised at all, this is a postseason game where Kershaw was pitching.
Craig: Yeah Mr. Noctober is what we call him

Example 2
Reporter: Barry Bonds ends his season without getting a hit in the NLDS. A lot of Giants fans are very unhappy and are calling him Mr. Noctober

by ZuiyOTF47 August 31, 2022

Mr Lubbe

A great teacher in all aspects of life. Generally a good guy. He goes to the gym lots too.

Mr Lubbe is an alroud unit who never leaves the gym unlesss he is out to cause trouble

by I am a unit October 10, 2018

Mr Combs

A teacher who is addicted to smoking cigs

Jeff: Yo do you know Mr Combs?
Brayden: Of course his class smells like fucking cigs

by Jeff Cock November 8, 2019

Mr ERIEAU

BEST TEACHER EVER!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

MR ERIEAU IS THE BEST TEACHER EVER

by Alana Brown February 28, 2022

Mr. Steeltoe

Steel-toed boot, a logging boot, a safety shoe

1. Say hello to Mr. Steeltoe, biatch!
2. Better check yo' tone, son...Mr. Steeltoe gon' dance on yo' assss

by redtooth June 19, 2010

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