Any reusable bit of fabric, preferrably tubular with one closed end, acting recurringly as a receptacle for the consciencious ejaculator.
Most commonly employed by those who neither buy, nor wash their own socks, but have some desire to be discrete.... or by prisoners, as an alternative to, or in conjunction with a, "fifi."
"Francis, are you walking through wetconcrete somewhere on your way home from school?"
"Mahhm! Do I have, "proletarian," written on my snapback? You're so freakin dumb! Why would you even ask that?"
"Sorry Sweetie, its just, "scuzzies" socks of yours are like boomerangs."
most basically means "excuse me". taken from the movie "Mafia!" in the scene where hes pulling his mom's finger and she says excuse me in an italian accent
A misunderstood creature that has an arm made of celery and Patrick Duffy as a leg.
It is actually a very kind creature despite it's strange appearance. Urban myths telling of its fierceness are largely untrue. Believed to have been killed by Stan Marsh a few years a go.
Scuzzlebutt is a creature that lives up on this very mountain, and kills anybody who dares climb to the top.
It loves the taste of blood, and likes to add pieces to its deformed body.
On his left arm, instead of a hand, he has.... A piece of celery.
He walks with a limp. Because one of his legs is missing. And where his leg should be, there's nothing but........Patrick Duffy.
So he lives alone on this mountain, and weaves baskets, and other assorted crafts. They say that on quiet nights you can hear him weaving his baskets. Tahink, tahink , tahink
1) Maybe it's Scuzzlebutt coming to weave us into wicker baskets.
2) I am Scuzzlebutt, Lord of the Mountains. Behold my Patrick Duffy leg.