RD'd 

The state of being impossibly drunk. So drunk that you would smash through a wall or let a hooker romp your genitals with high heels. The term RD'd stands for Dick Romped. The R and D appear in the order that you would say them if you were genuinely RD'd (If, that is, vomiting can be counted as a form of speech.)

1.Smoke and I just rescued the President from a ninja clan. He's taking us to Rap Cat for a burger, then we're gonna buy out the entire liqour store and get RD'd till the end of the month.
2. Natty Light! We can't get RD'd on this shit!
3. Do any of you ladies know where we can get RD'd?
4. I only drank 4 bottles of Jack. I'm not even close to being RD'd. Give me my keys, bitch, I mean, Mr. Richards.

RD'd by Martin Stokes November 22, 2006

R.D.D.S. 

Acronym for: Raw Dog Doggy Style, a great sexual position performed without the use of a condom.

Melissa said that her favorite part of the day was the R.D.D.S. she received.

R.D.D.S. by hunbaby November 4, 2010

rd-d2

A golden fat boy that beeps and no one can understand the fuck he's saying

I saw an rd-d2_at McDonalds

rd-d2 by Kittystarwars1256 March 15, 2018

Welcome to The R-d-d-d-ock!

The humorous knighted-Scottish-actor impersonation that you eye-twinkingly utilize to address your companion(s) when letting them into a building of some kind where the "regular" entrance had been either locked, jammed, or obstructed with objects/debris on the inside, and so you have "gone around" and slipped into said edifice from an alternate door or other opening that you know about from previous visits here, wormed your way forward through the interior of the structure till you eventually reached the front access-point again, cleared away any blockage from the doorway-area, and then finagled/wrestled said door open for easier and less-obtrusive entry by your accompanying humans; this saves their all having to tiringly make extra steps all the way over to the side-entrance, slither through narrow doorways, clamber over obstructions, unnecessarily disturb other present occupants of said building, etc..

Years ago before we had a telephone of our own, my sister and I would occasionally go to make calls at the office of a fellow-low-income-neighbor's service-garage. The only problem was that the shop's French-window-style front door had a broken/loose latch-mechanism, and thus the door was often very balky about opening up from the outside. So to save my slight-figured and not-very-steady-on-her-extra-small-feet sister's having to wobblingly struggle her way into the office by an alternate route, I would merely leave her standing at the front door of the garage while I performed a classic "Welcome to The R-d-d-d-ock!" maneuver --- I'd hurriedly scuttle around back, quietly sidle in at the mechanics'-access door, unobtrusively pick my way through the service-bays where the guys were working and on into the office's rear entrance, forcibly fumble and jiggle the wobbly latch-mechanism to coax the front door into performing its "open sesame" routine, and then smilingly usher my still-patiently-waiting sister inside the office and over to the old swivel-chair by the desk where the phone was.

Welcome to The R-d-d-d-ock! by QuacksO May 22, 2019

u n d e r d o g s 

A WONDER FULL person that does nightcore and has an amazing discord and YouTube channel that does nightcore

karren-ugh my daughter listens to this idiot call U N D E R D O G S instead of Christian music
janet-oh thats a shame...
daughter-f u mom they're the best you just don't understand!!

u n d e r d o g s by blue amber September 5, 2019

S p a c e d w o r d s 

W h e n y o u s p a c e o u t l e t t e r s t o m a k e i t f u n n y

Xavier: imagine being g a y
Matt: L m a o I m a g i n e
mmmm s p a c e d w o r d s

S p a c e d w o r d s by Xman_Slayer February 20, 2020

N.E.R.D. 

no-one ever really dies.
sort of 'the neptunes', but it's also their motto; even though they release music under their NERD name.
ok, they have 2 names alright?
deal.

"The Neptunes are who we are and N.E.R.D is what we do. It's our life. N.E.R.D is just a basic belief, man. People's energies are made of their souls. When you die, that energy may disperse but it isn't destroyed. Energy cannot be destroyed. It can manifest in a different way but even then it's like their souls are going somewhere. If it's going to heaven or hell or even if it's going into a fog or somewhere in the atmosphere to lurk unbeknownst to itself, it's going somewhere." – Pharrell Williams

N.E.R.D. by kada July 29, 2004