A person who is not just a bookworm, but consumes(reads) books so vigorously like their lives depends on it.
Harry: where is Fathima?
Jane:She is in Watford playing with hippogriffs.
Harry:What?
Jane: She is not in the real world. She is drowned in books. She is a bookdragon
A person who goes beyond being a Bookworm with their monumentally large collection of books. They hoard novels and paperbacks alike; consuming them and discarding their spent bodies to an ever growing pile/shelf of coveted papers; often ferociously defending them from being taken away by those who do not understand the importance of retaining proof of how well read the Bookdragon is...
"Can we give this book to charity? You must have at least 3 on the go and you've not touched this shelf in years"
"No you may not! I need that one to compete my collection of first person 18th Century inspired Faerie Romance Novels!"
"Quit being such a Bookworm, Sandra"
"I am no Bookworm. I am a BOOKDRAGON!"
Nickname given to bales of marijuana thrown overboard or out of airplanes. Origin is reportedly from members of the US Coast Guard in the area of Southern Florida.
A sunburn or suntan focused on the left arm. It is caused by the left side of the body being the only half that gets exposed to sunlight while driving. Presumably, it would be located on the right side of the body in countries where they drive on the left side of the road.
I had a trucker's tan after driving for 10 straight hours on a sunny day.
British slang for a scientist or technical expert, esp . when the speaker is not certain of the expert’s specific field of study. Not necessarily derogatory, but typically used by persons without a technical background. In the US, the equivalent would be “egghead”, “squint”, or “geek.”
Origin of the word is unknown. Started sometime in World War 2. Given the typical evolution of British slang, could easily have started because what these experts did was confusing or “baffling” to the common person.
When you have to pee in a movie but don’t want to miss anything, and must do the following mental equation: will the amount I have to pee cause enough discomfort to diminish my attention capacity for the remainder of the movie to an extent which is greater than the amount of the movie I would miss by making a mad dash to the restroom.
I saw Satantango last night, wonderful film but by the 5th hour I had to start doing peecalculus.