Mr. Menck is a fat guy that nobody likes. His real name is Phil which suits him. He also has a nasty neck beard that nobody likes. He can be associated with Mc. Donald's and cheese burgers. He often flops around like a walrus babbling nonsense that nobody understands.
Deliberate and systematic extermination or killing of all men and their existence on planet earth.
Woman 1: "I hate him so bad, he totally just dumped me. Damn jerk, he's just like every other guy. They're all the same."
Woman 2: "You know what'll make you feel better? Let's go shopping and then plan a worldwide menocide for brunch, girlfriend."
A shameless older, dirtier, ridden harder, and put away wetter version of the cougar or mountain lion. Typical costume makeup and pushed up boobs get bundled with the ticking time bomb of menopausal mood swings with this carnival ride.
In just the right hazy bar light, menocougars might look like fun to the younger guys they prey on but one never knows if he’s in for the sexual ride of his life or an emotional or physical beating…maybe all three in the same night.
Man, did you hear that Bret walked home naked last night after he left with the bar with that menocougar? I guess she pulled a nutty and tried to gouge his eyes out after he finished plowing her.
Dr. Drew on Celebrity Rehab said "All of a sudden what had been just another Hollywood proposal became for him an unexpected blessing, an opportunity for growth. In drug recovery language, that's called a "God shot."
A food native to Pittsburgh/Western Pennsylvania in which cubes of pork and/or veal are put on a short, wooden skewer, breaded, then baked and/or fried.
I've heard that city chicken originated during the Great Depression, when folks didn't have enough money to buy full cuts of meat, so they assembled meat scraps on a wooden skewer, creating a make-shift drumstick. Hence the name.