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Libby Moment 

event: a Libby Moment is difficult to classify due to the erratic nature of its effects on the initiator, observer and the subsequent audience that hears about it later.

It typically begins with the initiator; the initiator will perform an act, ask a question, or make a statement causing the observer to think; did this really happen, was this really asked or was that really said, this thought is always followed with a facial expression, (raised eyebrows and small or large grin) that then causes the initiator to realize that a Libby Moment has occurred even if the initiator is not sure of the exact cause of said Libby Moment. The audience comes into play later when the observer tells their account of the Libby Moment, and everyone has a good laugh about it.
1) While driving past a hotel the initiator ask the observer, "honey what’s weefee and why is it free.”
Observer: (raises eyebrows and smiles:) that would be wifi

Initiator: oh no you’re going to tell everyone I ask this aren’t you.
Observer: you just had a Libby moment it's all right.

2)Observer asks Initiator, “hey man is that a hicky on your neck”
Initiator: no I was running late this morning so I thought I’d save time by ironing my shirt while I was wearing it and I burned myself
Observer: So you actually thought about this before you did it. (raised eyebrows big smile), and by the way your shirt still looks like crap.
Initiator: Darn it, I had a Libby Moment didn’t I.
Observer: you had two, first with the iron, then you told me about it.
Libby Moment by TwoCent March 16, 2011

Libby F**king Morris 

the baddest of bitches, but in a gender neutral way
“damn that guy is so cool, he’s such a Libby F**king Morris”

Miss Libby 

A very, very amazing dog who was born in Waco, Texas, and who died in Loveland, Colorado. Fuzzy. Barked when people came to the door. Liked going to the cafe. Not sure why. Adored by neighbors and passers-by alike. Sometimes threw up, resulting in our discovery that beneath the scraggly beige carpet there were oak floors from the 1950s. What else? I am Indian, and thus genetically and culturally inured to the charms of domestic animals. Yet, I fell in love with this pooch.
Conversation with a neighbor:
Me: I don't know why, but I've been missing that Libster more than ever.
Annie: Wow, Cordell was just saying that he's been missing Miss Libby too.
Me: Miss Libby....
Annie: Best dog ever.
Me: Yeah.

I’m at the W but I can’t meet you in the lobby 

The W, is a prestigious hotel on the Chicago lake front. He’s can’t go to the lobby without being recognized by fans.
I’m at the w but I can’t meet you in the lobby, far too many people.

Lobby McJobby 

1. A blowjob performed in an empty lobby
2. The dynamite that blows you up in Smash Karts
Bill: Man, I just got a lobby mcjobby!
Tommy: Yeah, it sucks!

libbymaephobia 

a genuine fear or feeling of discomfort towards 4'11 butch lesbians that have a hairdo which looks like a birdnest
"hey mamas"
person with libbymaephobia: AAAAAAAA