doing the speed limit or LESS! in the (left or) passing lane!
an individual unable to perceive the line of cars behind him/her, hugging their bumper; trying to tell them something.
GET OUT OF THE FUCKING WAY! YOU DUMB ASS!! -camp on a toilet!!! -makes one long for a james bond car!!! to 'fix' the problem!, ignorance; total non-understanding of ones' status relating to driving techniques.! STUPIDITY!!
an individual unable to perceive the line of cars behind him/her, hugging their bumper; trying to tell them something.
GET OUT OF THE FUCKING WAY! YOU DUMB ASS!! -camp on a toilet!!! -makes one long for a james bond car!!! to 'fix' the problem!, ignorance; total non-understanding of ones' status relating to driving techniques.! STUPIDITY!!
that stupid ass has the passing lane blindness, what a dumb mother-fuck!! -might as well get out and walk!!
he has the passing lane blindness, and doesn't notice the tractor-trailer up his ass!!
he has the passing lane blindness, and doesn't notice the tractor-trailer up his ass!!
by michael foolsley December 10, 2009
A term used to describe the art/streetArt, poetry, music and spiritual/occult practices of a group called the O.O.K, or the Order Ov Kish. Blind Idiot Art is a budding movement that is largely still unknown even to the underground scene.
There are no criteria by which something can be labeled as the Blind Idiot Art, although some say that anything that promotes freedom from cliches and identifications IS, in fact, B.I.A.
There are no criteria by which something can be labeled as the Blind Idiot Art, although some say that anything that promotes freedom from cliches and identifications IS, in fact, B.I.A.
-Check this out! This painting must be what all the hype is about
-Yep, that's blind idiot art, straight from the O.O.K.
-Yep, that's blind idiot art, straight from the O.O.K.
by idkjustin55 August 24, 2010
Any place that holds absolutely no redeeming qualities of any sort. Celebrated for its high concentration of homemade alcoholic beverages, monster truck rallies, spousal abuse and a thriving methamphetamine industry; God's Blind Spot is a dead zone which is easily identified by being filled to the brim with every form of degenerate, depraved and socially perverse individual ever created. God's Blind Spot can be found on any map, with names such as New Jersey, Alabama, or Missouri. Substitue the proper names for states with the term 'God's Blind Spot' freely.
Visit beautiful, scenic 'God's Blind Spot,' home of the St. Louis Cardinals, tractor pulls and the occasional race-related lynching.
by The Holmes August 17, 2005
by nessydoo August 15, 2009
by iluvmako December 22, 2011
A retributive procedure for avenging one's girlfriend's frigidity of the previous night involving a rather cruel artifice (note - artifice, not oriface, although it is quite possible that her orifaces may well have been cruel, hence the ease of confusion).
Procedure - the perpetrator must make sure that he awakens in the morning before the victim. Like a secret sex-ninja he must have a silent wraith-wank, being careful to ensure that any bed wobbling does not awaken the victim. After his sausage-basting reaches climax, he must dab a finger tip in the resulting cheddar-puddle and rub a sufficient amount of his monkey-spunk along the closed edges of the victim's eyelids, making sure that the eyelashes have a sufficient glazing of knob-gloop so as to become intractably stuck to one another.
After pausing to allow for drying and cementation, the perpetrator lights a few matches and blows them out quickly, allowing some of the thick smoke to drift into the victim's nostrils. After she begins to stir at the noxious smell wafting into her alternative nasal cock tunnels, the perpetrator must shout, as loudly and as anxiously as possible, "FIRE, FIRE... THE HOUSE IS ON FIRE.. YOU ARE ON FIRE!"
Procedure - the perpetrator must make sure that he awakens in the morning before the victim. Like a secret sex-ninja he must have a silent wraith-wank, being careful to ensure that any bed wobbling does not awaken the victim. After his sausage-basting reaches climax, he must dab a finger tip in the resulting cheddar-puddle and rub a sufficient amount of his monkey-spunk along the closed edges of the victim's eyelids, making sure that the eyelashes have a sufficient glazing of knob-gloop so as to become intractably stuck to one another.
After pausing to allow for drying and cementation, the perpetrator lights a few matches and blows them out quickly, allowing some of the thick smoke to drift into the victim's nostrils. After she begins to stir at the noxious smell wafting into her alternative nasal cock tunnels, the perpetrator must shout, as loudly and as anxiously as possible, "FIRE, FIRE... THE HOUSE IS ON FIRE.. YOU ARE ON FIRE!"
by pale fire August 22, 2008
by Ball Sack October 21, 2004