perley

To be perley is to synonomize the definitions of the words "spotless" and "attractive", implying wide desiration among the opposite sex. More of a ebonical term than anything, the word perley has garnered most of its usage from the black community.

I.e. so we went to the bar and my buddy matt was so perley with the girls, he didn't have to buy a drink all night.
I.e. that guys perlier than brad pitt in a room full of single women.

by jonathan perley March 28, 2008

1 Percenter

In 1947 the American Motorcycle Association (AMA) organized a motorcycle rally called the Gypsy Tour which ended up overwhelming the small town of Hollister, California. About 50 arrests were made, mostly for public intoxication, and the AMA said the trouble was caused by the one percent deviant that tarnish the repurtation of all motorcycles and motorcyclists. Outlaw motorcycle clubs then took up the name one percenters. This incident was made famous by the 1953 Marlon Brando film The Wild One.

The Hell's Angels, Bandidos, Pagans, Outlaws and Mongols Motorcycle Clubs all consider themselves to be 1 Percenters.

by barefootjacket October 30, 2008

percent xo

someone who never leaves his xrocker

why is he acting like percent xo?

by the biggest of all nigs June 25, 2018

0 Percent

A phrase used by fuck boys typically named Jon, who may also go by Jono or Jonny.

Person one: I bet you banged that sloot last night.
Jon: Oh no man 0 percent, 0 percent.

by Dillweedman420 June 12, 2016

Extra Cellular Perception

The phenomenon that occurs with your cell phone when you hear it ring or feel it vibrates right before you receive a call.

Mike: "Holy hell!"

Pete: "What?"

Mike: "I felt my phone go off, then I got a call. It's like I have extra cellular perception!"

by Randy 440 January 28, 2008

slugging percentage

1. A measure of determining sexual scoring prowess calculated by dividing total bases(1B=kissing, 2B=touching, 3B=oral, 4B=Sex) by the number of dated partners.

2. In baseball, a statistic to gauge power by dividing total bases by at bats.

After five dates and only one boob touch, John finished the 2010 dating season with a paltry .200 slugging percentage. However, he slugged a whopping .886 in for his company softball team.

by kris takahashi April 16, 2010

J. Percy Page High School

J. Percy Page High School is a high school located in Edmonton, Alberta, Canada. The "J" has been presumed to stand for jail. The teaching staff mostly consists of (but not limited to) racists, communists, and pricks. Two of the most common occurrences include being cut in front of at the line in the cafeteria by kids much cooler than you, and/or holding open a double-door for some chick who will just end up using the other door, ignoring you, because she's just way too hot for your courteous gestures. The majority of the students at this school are morons who can't stop talking about weed, partying, and shitty Import cars.

Attending J. Percy Page High School was the absolute worst decision I had ever made in my entire life. Most of my time was spent coupled with kids in remedial classes because the teachers there had failed to realize that I did not belong there, but that I was just lazy. I would spend my days sitting at the back of the room, all by myself, completely alone, listening to people talk about shit that made me want to stick my entire fucking body in an industrial meatgrinder. My bouts of happiness would come from excusing myself to use the washroom, just so I could rub one out, or, roaming the halls in between classes trying to make meaningful eye contact with some other lost soul who could feel my pain, and swallow my gargantuan load. Oh, and just incase you were wondering, I never did find that person. With the exception of the always awesome Mr. Mitchell (best teacher in the Known Universe nominee for sure) who was always kind to a skinny, brown and overly tall weirdo such as myself, everyone who has, is or will step foot in this place is a complete asswipe. Even after having left this place two years ago, I still feel an urgency to let the Universe know my story. Whether you read this five months from now, five years from now, or even five hundred years from now, whatever you do, do NOT go to J. Percy Page High School.

by TZG_Eleven June 14, 2011