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The River Dance Fuck 

When you bang without moving your hips or shoulders in an effort to be discrete.

also known as, River Dance Fucking.
Brenda's grandparents are over for the holidays. They're both blind and deaf, so we've been doing The River Dance Fuck all over the house.
"Honey, I think there's a couple in that phone booth River Dance Fucking." "How can you be sure?"
Once we figured out that people could only see our heads and shoulders, Brenda and I made The River Dance Fuck behind the dumpster at Curly's Smokehouse a Friday night ritual.
The River Dance Fuck by RoyCoup November 15, 2012

Fuck a dog in a river 

To dispose of goods, people or animals. Disposal does not need to be in a body of water.
Common usage in the mixed race culture in London, especially mixed black/irish.
Dean: I am a bad man
Harry: You're as bad as a cucumber
Dean: I'd fuck a dog in a river.
Harry: ........ wait.... you'd fuck a dog in a river?.....

welcome to the rice fields mother fucker

To inform a person that they are in the rice fields
Welcome to the rice fields mother fucker here is where you'll work

welcome to the rice field mother fucker

A kind greeting said by someone who has worked at a rice field for a very long time. This greeting is typically a traditional way to greet a new worker/employee.
New worker: Nice to meet you. I'm going to be working here from now on.
Veteran worker: Welcome to the rice field mother fucker.

Fucktard Harley Rider 

Any fucking retarded piece of shit who finances a non rice rocket (NRR) motorcycle because "riding is freedom".

Freedom is not having another payment to the bank. Back in the days before those assholes at Hardley Greedyson took their company public, most NRR motorcycle enthusiasts/bikers owned their bikes. Your dentist/plastic surgeon/accountant did not own a Hardley or any other motorcycle. Corporations didn't buy custom motorcycles for advertising or tax write offs. Bikers were looked down upon as dirty, scumbag criminals, and they liked it that way. Maybe they were scumbags, maybe they weren't, but being a biker meant something besides that you had good credit or disposable income. Rock stars and GIs rode bikes because they were tough, or shooting an album cover, or stealin your woman. There were no gay leather bikers that went outside. Owning an NRR bike meant something. Fuckin Evil Knievel jumped Harleys (not Hardleys).

Nowadays, any fucking idiot fucktard can own an NRR bike, if you've got the credit. Thing is, you'll probably die before the sixth payment. It doesn't mean anything to them, it's just another payment. Having an NRR bike means Rebellion and Freedom, and being proud to ride an American Made Machine (and some cool British ones). When Hardleys started coming with Japanese made parts on them, it was only going downhill from there.

Fuck You, Dentist Bikers, and the lawyer bikers, and anyone who finances an NRR bike. You don't know what freedom is.
That fucking asshole fucktard dentist down the street started his Hardley at fuckin five in the morning today. I'm gonna spray some insulfoam down his pipes so I don't have to hear that shit ever again. All these Fucktard Hardley Riders today, who don't even own their bikes, need to get run off a cliff. We should eliminate all the Fucktard Harley Riders. They're all Fags and Posers. Maybe the real bikers will take 'em all out. That would rule!!!