A crash pad is the back of a hippie or a stoners van where they hit bongs with friends and they have a good time, this may be a VW ore a transit with a mattress in the back and a lava lamp.
stoner: lets go get stoned off our face in your crash pad
hippie: ye man
stoner: wow I'm floating
hippie: wow this is far out lets pop some pills
hippie: ye man
stoner: wow I'm floating
hippie: wow this is far out lets pop some pills
by farouthippiestoner August 23, 2009
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Derived from the terms "party crashing" and "gate crashing," in their meanings of unwanted access to an event by someone who should not be present.
Derived from the terms "party crashing" and "gate crashing," in their meanings of unwanted access to an event by someone who should not be present.
The following passage from a fanfiction that shall be nameless illustrates canon crashing.
Wolfwood looked at her. “Absolutely not! Vash and I are going after a man who just blew up the Second Moon!”
“Which is why,” a deep baritone voice thundered as a huge hand reached down and easily lifted the heavy cross up, “this should be left to us professionals!”
Wolfwood turned about to see Harrisburg holding his Punisher up with one hand. It popped open and deployed its machine gun.
“My, you’re a big one,” he said with a wide grin on his face and sweat rolling off his brow.
Harrisburg grunted. “Nice box gun you have here mister… Let’s go.”
Wolfwood looked at her. “Absolutely not! Vash and I are going after a man who just blew up the Second Moon!”
“Which is why,” a deep baritone voice thundered as a huge hand reached down and easily lifted the heavy cross up, “this should be left to us professionals!”
Wolfwood turned about to see Harrisburg holding his Punisher up with one hand. It popped open and deployed its machine gun.
“My, you’re a big one,” he said with a wide grin on his face and sweat rolling off his brow.
Harrisburg grunted. “Nice box gun you have here mister… Let’s go.”
by annoyed reader December 9, 2008
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