Cliff Hart. A rare species of pool player.
Amazingly, he has less than 10% body fat, and a deliberately manicured receding hairline. Stronger than steel, faster than lightning, harder than Angola, (bud)wiser than Solomon, sweeter than rotten fish and definitely has neither the time nor the patience for ball baggers who are reading this.
His natural habitat is the dense jungle of salt city. He announces his presence using his voice which sounds like a
grandma after eating a block of cheese, smoking 3 cartons of cigarettes and eating a block of cheese. Sounds disgusting? Well fuck you.
His sexual mating dance usually involves making the opposite sex feel uncomfortable by staring at them for close to 30 minutes straight. He will then grunt, call them a "lil biscuit" and proceed to his final agenda: Sugar Dicking and going "balls deep"
Besides all that. He is the best pool player that has ever not been born. He materialized from some primordial-soup and has evolved over time to be able to run 3000x4^2 racks of pool in less than who cares.
Amazingly, he has less than 10% body fat, and a deliberately manicured receding hairline. Stronger than steel, faster than lightning, harder than Angola, (bud)wiser than Solomon, sweeter than rotten fish and definitely has neither the time nor the patience for ball baggers who are reading this.
His natural habitat is the dense jungle of salt city. He announces his presence using his voice which sounds like a
grandma after eating a block of cheese, smoking 3 cartons of cigarettes and eating a block of cheese. Sounds disgusting? Well fuck you.
His sexual mating dance usually involves making the opposite sex feel uncomfortable by staring at them for close to 30 minutes straight. He will then grunt, call them a "lil biscuit" and proceed to his final agenda: Sugar Dicking and going "balls deep"
Besides all that. He is the best pool player that has ever not been born. He materialized from some primordial-soup and has evolved over time to be able to run 3000x4^2 racks of pool in less than who cares.
Man, you aint no rack runner. You aint cliff. f
You miss that ball again, ima call cliff. DONT make me call cliff.
You miss that ball again, ima call cliff. DONT make me call cliff.
by Earl Strickland October 28, 2019
by midarpa August 08, 2022
by MLGassSlayer10000 February 23, 2021
james ; yo you see murds new bird?
dan ; nah fam, what she look like do?
james ; the usual, blond caked with make up and only wears northy
dan ; anything different?
james ; raa she had the thickest lamb rack id ever seen fam
dan ; yo i gotta see this bird now
dan ; nah fam, what she look like do?
james ; the usual, blond caked with make up and only wears northy
dan ; anything different?
james ; raa she had the thickest lamb rack id ever seen fam
dan ; yo i gotta see this bird now
by the_sesame_bagel April 13, 2020
by drystain420 August 18, 2022
The art of maneuvering throughout the warehouse racks with incredible stealth on an extremely slow day of work.
Mike-"Hey dude where's Carey?"
Dan-"I dunno, taking a dump?"
Carey-"Psssst up here"
Dan-"stop playing rack ninja"
Dan-"I dunno, taking a dump?"
Carey-"Psssst up here"
Dan-"stop playing rack ninja"
by cwhitelock13 February 27, 2014
Referencing to how someone is so faded about to pass out like their body is a towel hanging on a rack because the whole upper portion of the body is bent over and the arms and head are hanging down dangling towards the floor about to touch their toes.
Look, they be 'Towel Racking'
by Under92decibelz January 13, 2025