The worst possible traffic you can be in. The kind that plagues major metropolitan areas during rush hour, or occurs behind an accident. You replace the "t" in traffic with a "c" and the "ff" with a "pp" - you get crappic. Crappic doesn't need a modifier. There's no such thing as bad crappic. if it's that bad, it's crappic . . . if it isn't that bad, it's just traffic.
"Man, where the hell have you been?" "I was stuck in crappic on the 405!"
The deliberate act of 2 gay lovers purposely eating exlax chocolate to get diarrhea, and then excreting hot foamy runny shit into fancy porcelain cups then consuming each others own hot personal recipe.
Harold: Hey Freddie baby I'm in the mood
for a hot tasty treat!
Freddie: And what are you craving this time my little Perez Hilton.
Harold: Oh.. You big silly! Break out the exlax, I want another steaming hot cup of your special Cleveland Crappuccino.
waste matter leaked out of a plane, also known as "blue ice"
from an episode of CSI:NY…
Aiden is puzzled because the Port-a-Potty chemicals match the matter on Bill's jeans but those in his head wound. She breaks down the chemicals and focuses on the one that doesn't match: Dimethyl Benzyl Ammonium, which is used mostly in airplane toilets. Aiden puts it together: waste matter leaked out of a plane, froze in the atmosphere and came crashing down to earth, striking Bill Lamakkia on the head and killing him. Flack is nonplussed: "A crapsicle killed this guy?" he wonders.