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
Get the Rack Runnermug. by bruhwhotookmycheese March 7, 2022
Get the big racksmug. The noise that comes out of a cat when its vomiting all over your expensive shoes because said cat doesn't fucking like you.
by Yote Yourself February 25, 2019
Get the HACK-ACK-RACKmug. 
Bike shedding, but amongst the professional sustainability mafia who will happily debate the optimum bike rack to occupant ratio for a building design whilst said building emits 10x a sustainable level of carbon emissions and the world burns due to climate change.
Richard: “If we could only increase the natural light level by four lux the occupant comfort would rise by seven happiness-adjusted-life-years and we’ll get a six star rating…”
Kate: “Oh for fuck’s sake Richard, stop bike-racking! You’re focusses on first world problems yet this design has enough carbon intensive concrete we’ll blow the carbon budget before day one of operations”
Kate: “Oh for fuck’s sake Richard, stop bike-racking! You’re focusses on first world problems yet this design has enough carbon intensive concrete we’ll blow the carbon budget before day one of operations”
by TheNudeCyclist June 3, 2022
Get the Bike-rackingmug. An exceptionally large penis, this term is used when a man wants to have sex with large breasts. Often used to describe the activities that are about to unfold when communicating with a lady.
by FireBritches October 15, 2010
Get the Rack Snakemug. by anonymous July 14, 2023
Get the Top rack applesmug.