A never-seen character in John Hughes' <i>Ferris Bueller's Day Off</i>, not known for keeping appointments. Mr. Froman has a noon reservation for a party of three at Chicago's Chez Quis restaurant, which Ferris and friends steal. The snooty (snotty) maitre'd disbelieves that young Ferris is the erstwhile Sausage King of Chicago, but is successfully deceived through a clever telephone ploy.
One would expect that eventually, Mr. Froman and his two guests would arrive and cause a stir over their usurped table. But he never does, and our teenaged heroes' hijinks continue...
"You'reAbe Froman?"
"That's right. I'm Abe Froman."
"The Sausage King of Chicago?"
"Yeah. That's me."
What you do is you take a scuba snorkel and you put your dick in the wee bendy mouth part, you sneak right up your back address, Kay? Then you just grab the middle of that snorkel and you're fucking your own ass and pulling off your crank at the self-same time.
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.