"I ate his liver with some fava beans and a soft chianti. Hisses." I wish he would eat Dubya Bush, and I'd be fine with some beans and a foamy beer. The cannibal for president!
by anonymonous-man March 19, 2005
An advanced technique in scrotum presentation. A hybrid between the batwing and the teabagging, the hannibal is executed by placing the outstretched skin of the the scrotum on the victim's cheek or forehead so as the resemble Dr. Lecter. In games such as those presented in the movie WAITING, the hannibal is worth maximum points.
"Dude let's give him the hannibal...he's passed out"
"I totally gave her the hannibal and made her say 'hello clarice'"
"I totally gave her the hannibal and made her say 'hello clarice'"
by Fat Pledge March 10, 2006
by jimbo numb nut June 24, 2010
by pwnzor January 21, 2005
A sophisticated, psychopathic, cultured, artistically talented, brilliant doctor of psychology and surgery, who just so happens to be a murderer and cannibal. Oh, and he's also good cook. AND he's fluent in 5 languages!
by A great mind... October 18, 2020
A plot device in a story which entails the villain giving a convincing lecture to its interrogator, usually in an attempt to justify itself; often successfully convincing the hero of his or her own moral shortcomings.
"You'd like to quantify me, Officer Starling. You're so ambitious, aren't you? Do you know what you look like to me, with your good bag and your cheap shoes? You look like a rube. You're a well-scrubbed, hustling rube with a little taste. Your eyes are like cheap birthstones - all surface shine when you stalk some little answer. And you're bright behind them, aren't you? Desperate not to be like your mother. Good nutrition has given you some length of bone, but you're not more than one generation out of the mines Officer Starling. Is it the West Virginia Starlings or the Okie Starlings, Officer? It was a toss-up between college and the opportunities in the Women's Army Corps, wasn't it? Let me tell you something specific about yourself, Student Starling. Back in your room, you have a string of gold add-a-beads and you feel an ugly little thump when you look at how tacky they are now, isn't that so? All those tedious thank-yous, permitting all that sincere fumbling, getting all sticky once for every bead. Tedious. Tedious. Bo-o-o-o-r-i-ing. Being smart spoils a lot of things, doesn't it? And taste isn't kind. When you think about this conversation, you'll remember the dumb animal hurt in his face when you got rid of him. If the add-a-beads got tacky, what else will as you go along? You wonder don't you, at night?"
—The Hannibal Lecture by Hannibal Lecter, The Silence Of The Lambs (book)
—The Hannibal Lecture by Hannibal Lecter, The Silence Of The Lambs (book)
by Kontesa January 7, 2010
by return_ofsaturn November 27, 2021