The sudden and very appreciated exit of a large group of annoying, loud and obnoxious douchebags from a bar/lounge scene. This particular phenomenon occurs mostly in Hoboken, New Jersey during important sporting events. It can also be seen near Houston street, NYC when a lounge or club becomes too cultural or ethnic for the dbags' taste. An exodouche immediately follows.
I was chilling in my favorite spot fingerbanging my girl under the table when the yells of ten guys at the bar area assaulted my ears. I couldn't tell any of them apart, and they all had on long-sleeved striped shirts. I expected a frat anthem at any moment. Reluctantly I removed my hand, walked up to the bar and told the stupidest looking one that I suck dick for money. The group fled the scene in a massive exodouche.
Someone whose mood is perpetually out of sync with everyone else around them, prone to feeling of nap-timepanic, heart-to-heart snark, or dance club pensiveness.
I don't want to go the party this weekend because I feel like I'd ruin the mood since I'm such an emodox.
Ruler of Lake Titicaca. Rumored to have a bunghole that gets very angry if it does not receive toilet paper. Cornholio the Great is often seen walking around with his shirt over his head and his hands in the air, chanting songs about his power, and his bunghole.
"I am Cornholio! You do not want to face the wrath of my bunghole, for I need TP!"
Butthead: Shut up, Beavis! (uh huh huh huh)
Beavis: Um, okay. (heh heh heh heh).