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cribondle 

noun: someone who never leaves the house, or more aproppriately-apartment.
Alvin was such a cribondle he called Pink-Dot for toilet paper...lame!
cribondle by sandspit September 24, 2007
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a horrifying insect demon that is found on videos in youtube, not many people know the exact name of the species but it is characterized but its scaley face and dark body.
I saw a video in which an insect demon appeared, it was most likely a crilton
Crilton by Fifimon May 11, 2018

blood cruton

A crispy dri blood ball left on a womans vagina after her period.
When performing cunialigus I bit on a crunchy blood cruton from my girl. So I got up and horked.
blood cruton by Willie Desharm November 3, 2007

Crotone man 

An overrated Portuguese footballer that loves scoring against Crotone. Legend has it he once jumped three metres high just to score against Crotone. He would fight anyone who dares to take Crotone from him.
Crotone man and penalties...an everlasting romantic story.
Crotone man by DooDooLee February 26, 2021
could be an excited thing uttered when surprised or wanting to show intent.
"if I got to go then I got to go, crimony!"

"crimony, that was my hand!"
crimony by mike watt October 3, 2007

Croton-on-Hudson, NY 

A small, tight-knit community in Northwest Westchester County, NY, population 7,606 (2000). The village was formerly an idealistic communist stronghold, but has since devolved into a hamlet of bourgeois consumers, driven by false needs. The families are quite diverse with about 10% being gainfully employed intellectuals, artists, architects, and musicians, 10% bankers and attorneys, 25% NYC cops, firefighters, and MTA workers, 35% unemployed, middle-aged writers, software geeks, and rich lesbians who lie to themselves about "working at home" or being "self-employed." About 20% are retired, just plain lazy, or various Latino minority working in the landscaping business. The architecture is somewhere between late 19th-century Northeast and 1950s trailerpark. The hodgepodge of styles is a visual abomination and only a catastrophe at the nearby Indian Point Nuclear Power Plant will save it. The village's main industry is parking, given the 2200-space lot at the MTA train station. The second largest industry is aluminum siding. The children of the village are all taught to love one another and sign meaningless pieces of paper pledging to "be nice" or to "not do drugs." However, they begin to smoke marijuana and drink Bud Light in the 8th grade. They love to hang out at Power Lines and generally waste their precious time. Sports are big in the area, with all manner of athletic diversion taking the place of academic achievment. Many youth pretend to be thugs, though they have no real knowledge of African-American culture other than what they glean from MTV Cribs and Chapelle's Show. No one in the village really gives much of a fuck about anything, which, according to most analysts, make it a dope place to live.
The reason I moved to Croton is because my husband can commute 45 minutes into the City, I can stay at home volunteering at the food bank, and we don't have to mow our lawn.