Muldered 

When a guy says he will get you a beer and doesn't; When said person says he "forgot his wallet"; When said person sleeps on your couch.

Man, we went to White Castle last night and he "muldered" me.

Muldered by Joe Joe the Idiot Boy May 29, 2011

Muldered 

When the company you work for isolates you with projects they deem meaningless but still keep you on the payroll. Also called "Miltoned".

"I just had my budget slashed and resources relocated but they are still keeping me on staff but I have to justify my existence on a daily bases. I think I just got Muldered."

Muldered by Mulder's Forgotten Twin January 10, 2012

Muldered out 

Creeped out or gone crazy
Talking out of their head.
Someone who is creepy or paranoid.
May changed suffix to match ones need.

That guy is going on and on about ufos and monster.
He is totally Muldering me out.

That girl is talking about the demons and monster.She has Muldered out!

Muldered out by LilTazie May 5, 2006

Mulderbed 

A substitute for a bed, such as a couch, chair, or patch of floor; this terms originates, of course, with special agent Fox Mulder's distaste for traditional beds.

"Hey, man, I heard your bed was broken. Maybe sleeping with the fat lady from a sideshow was a bad idea, huh?"
"It's okay. I've got a Mulderbed... and my forbidden love."

Mulderbed by J. Severn February 21, 2005

mullered 

1 Broken, smashed or beaten up to the point of being visisbly altered, unusuable or non-functional.
2 Intoxicated with drink or drugs to the point of non-sensibility.
3 Resoundingly beaten in a competition of some kind.


As far as I am aware this term comes from the German footballer Gerd Muller who scored lots of goals.

I got totally mullered last night, I had loads of pills......

A bus smashed right into his car and absolutely mullered it....

We got bloody mullered at five-a-side, 10 bleedin' nill

This term probably comes from German international footballer Gerd Muller who used to destroy teams with his sizzling shots from inside or outside the penalty area....

Gerd Muller, known as "Der Bomber", is the greatest goal-scorer of the modern era. He scored an amazing 68 goals in 62 games for West Germany during the 1970s, including the win in the 1974 World Cup Final.
Gerd Muller, a stocky, powerful striker with matchless speed in the penalty area, amassed 628 goals in first class football. This included 365 goals for Bayern Munich during his 14 year career.

mullered by james mcdonnell March 16, 2004

murdered out

When a car is completely modified and the color BLACK is the only color used throughout the entire vehicle

Guy 1- "hey bro did you see that NOVA?"
Guy2- "yeah it was completely murdered out"

murdered out by ...(.)(.)...:)(:):(:):(:)(:) December 6, 2013

My name is Walter Hartwell White. I live at 308 Negra Arroyo Lane, Albuquerque, New Mexico, 87104. This is my confession. If you're watching this tape, I'm probably dead- murdered by my brother-in-law, Hank Schrader. 

My name is Walter Hartwell White. I live at 308 Negra Arroyo Lane, Albuquerque, New Mexico, 87104. This is my confession. If you're watching this tape, I'm probably dead- murdered by my brother-in-law, Hank Schrader. Hank has been building a meth empire for over a year now, and using me as his chemist. Shortly after my 50th birthday, he asked that I use my chemistry knowledge to cook methamphetamine, which he would then sell using connections that he made through his career with the DEA. I was... astounded. I... I always thought Hank was a very moral man, and I was particularly vulnerable at the time - something he knew and took advantage of. I was reeling from a cancer diagnosis that was poised to bankrupt my family. Hank took me in on a ride-along and showed me just how much money even a small meth operation could make. And I was weak. I didn't want my family to go into financial ruin, so I agreed. Hank had a partner, a businessman named Gustavo Fring. Hank sold me into servitude to this man.

My name is Walter Hartwell White. I live at 308 Negra Arroyo Lane, Albuquerque, New Mexico, 87104. This is my confession. If you're watching this tape, I'm probably dead- murdered by my brother-in-law, Hank Schrader. Hank has been building a meth empire for over a year now, and using me as his chemist. Shortly after my 50th birthday, he asked that I use my chemistry knowledge to cook methamphetamine, which he would then sell using connections that he made through his career with the DEA. I was... astounded. I... I always thought Hank was a very moral man, and I was particularly vulnerable at the time - something he knew and took advantage of. I was reeling from a cancer diagnosis that was poised to bankrupt my family. Hank took me in on a ride-along and showed me just how much money even a small meth operation could make. And I was weak. I didn't want my family to go into financial ruin, so I agreed. Hank had a partner, a businessman named Gustavo Fring. Hank sold me into servitude to this man.

My name is Walter Hartwell White. I live at 308 Negra Arroyo Lane, Albuquerque, New Mexico, 87104. This is my confession. If you're watching this tape, I'm probably dead- murdered by my brother-in-law, Hank Schrader. by biggestbafoonbingus69 June 4, 2023