Shartplosion
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shamplosion
Occurs when a shampoo, conditioner or soap bottle explodes in one's suitcase, spewing the contents of the bottle all over the contents of the remainder of the suitcase.
shamplosion by Charlotte V May 12, 2007
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Shitplosion
The event of uber mass destruction of the anus and anything within a radius of an atom bomb, usually results in a burning epic shitstorm of pain in the anus of doom including a shit clump the size of a small van. smells like a dirty Mexican that rolled in vomit, dead fetuses, chuck norris splooge, and cow vagina ooze, on fire.
This is the shit that killed Elvis.
This is the shit that killed Elvis.
Shitplosion by The SHiT GURU December 12, 2010
Sharksplosion
/noun/ {shahrk-sploh-zhuh n} A rapid increase in volume in an area pertaining to the release of sharks in an extreme manner.
Sharksplosion by Sharksplosion December 4, 2012
Shartsplosion
Man: Doctor, is it bad?
Doctor: Huh? Sorry, I was too busy thinking about my best friend Gary's shartsplosion at my buck's night in 2003. God, those were good times... and yes, I'm afraid it's bad.
Doctor: Huh? Sorry, I was too busy thinking about my best friend Gary's shartsplosion at my buck's night in 2003. God, those were good times... and yes, I'm afraid it's bad.
Shartsplosion by J. Bodanac March 24, 2011
fogey
Fogey/fogy /fougi/ sl. (early 18C+, orig. Scot) old-fashioned, stuck-in-the mud.
Person with old fashioned ideas which he is unwilling to change: Come to the disco and stop being such an old fogey!
Person with old fashioned ideas which he is unwilling to change: Come to the disco and stop being such an old fogey!
You think me an old fogeyand an old tory, his thoughtful voice said. I saw three generations since O’Connel’s time. I remember the famine. Do you know that the orange lodges agitated for repeal of the union twenty years before O’Connel did or before the prelates of your communion denounced him as a demagogue? You fenians forget some things. (James Joyce, Ulysses. Penguin Books,1992. p. 38)