Snowder
I drank so much tonight. If you wanna see me at this next bar, you gonna have to break me off some of a bump of that snowder.
Snowder by Jackson Deepwood August 14, 2021
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Snowdeath
The gross overreaction of the media and segments of the general public to an extremely low amount of predicted snowfall (or flurries). This overreaction tends to dull otherwise competant people into making foolish decisions.
People clearing the shelves of perishable food (not canned food) when there is a potential of a Snowdeath. However, if a storm did occur, the food could go bad due to a loss of power.
The media running crawls of the Snowdeath on the bottom of the television screen and well as breaking into broadcasting when snow does actually fall. The media also sends TEAMS of reporters to cover flurries falling throughout a fifteen county area, just to be SURE we are SAFE.
An Emergency Manager sounding the tornado siren to warn of impending doom, er, Snowdeath (flurries).
The media running crawls of the Snowdeath on the bottom of the television screen and well as breaking into broadcasting when snow does actually fall. The media also sends TEAMS of reporters to cover flurries falling throughout a fifteen county area, just to be SURE we are SAFE.
An Emergency Manager sounding the tornado siren to warn of impending doom, er, Snowdeath (flurries).
Snowdeath by GeorgiaBoy March 6, 2013
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Where are the Snowdens of yesteryear?
A question posed by Yossarian in Joseph Heller’s Catch-22 to find out why so many people were working so hard to kill him.
This seemingly rhetorical question is what one asks when one feels that everyone else is asking stupid questions and one wants to join in and/or point out how obviously stupid their questions are. Or, merely, because one wants to find out why so many people are working so hard to kill oneself.
This seemingly rhetorical question is what one asks when one feels that everyone else is asking stupid questions and one wants to join in and/or point out how obviously stupid their questions are. Or, merely, because one wants to find out why so many people are working so hard to kill oneself.
Yossarian was a collector of good questions and had used them to disrupt the educational sessions Clevinger had once conducted two nights a week in Captain Black's intelligence tent with the corporal in eyeglasses who everybody knew was probably a subversive. Captain Black knew he was a subversive because he wore eyeglasses and used words like panacea and utopia, and because he disapproved of Adolf Hitler, who had done such a great job of combating unAmerican activities in Germany.
Yossarian attended the education sessions because he wanted to find out why so many people were working so hard to kill him. A handful of other men were also interested, and the questions were many and good when Clevinger and the subversive corporal finished and made the mistake of asking if there were any.
“Who is Spain?”
“Why is Hitler?”
“When is right?”
“Where was that stooped and mealy-colored old man I used to call poppa when the merry-go-round broke down?”
“How was Trump at Munich?”
“Hi-ho beriberi!”
and “Balls!” all rang out in rapid succession, and then there was Yossarian with the question that had no answer:
“Where are the Snowdens of yesteryear?”
Yossarian attended the education sessions because he wanted to find out why so many people were working so hard to kill him. A handful of other men were also interested, and the questions were many and good when Clevinger and the subversive corporal finished and made the mistake of asking if there were any.
“Who is Spain?”
“Why is Hitler?”
“When is right?”
“Where was that stooped and mealy-colored old man I used to call poppa when the merry-go-round broke down?”
“How was Trump at Munich?”
“Hi-ho beriberi!”
and “Balls!” all rang out in rapid succession, and then there was Yossarian with the question that had no answer:
“Where are the Snowdens of yesteryear?”
Where are the Snowdens of yesteryear? by Jill Harris April 26, 2005
Snowberries
Snowberries are when white toilet paper balls up and clings to your pubic area (female) or rectal area. "Snowberries" are white while "dingleberries" are brown.
Man 1: Dude, I hooked up with this chick from the bar and got busy with her.
Man 2: Way to go, bro!
Man 1: Yeah dude, but she wasn't clean! When I went down on her she had snowberries on her cooch!
Man 2: Way to go, bro!
Man 1: Yeah dude, but she wasn't clean! When I went down on her she had snowberries on her cooch!
Snowberries by BladeRnnR December 1, 2010
Going Snowden
To escape an area, city, country etc. when you have done something immoral or illegal. Then go into hiding until things cool down and it's safe to return. Doing so may require staying at a random friend's place that no one knows about; and maybe obtaining a new car or identity.
Me: Hey do you mind if I crash at your place tonight?
Friend: Why? You know I'm all the way across town from you.
Me: Someone I know might've seen me with my side bit*h on the way to Red Lobster, I'm going Snowden incase my main bit*h knows too and is out lookin for me. She doesn't know where you live homie so its all good.
Friends: Damn yous a conniving nigg*, you could hide out here for a while fosho. My friend Dayshawn works at a car rental place if you need to switch rides for a min so it's harder for her to find you.
Friend: Why? You know I'm all the way across town from you.
Me: Someone I know might've seen me with my side bit*h on the way to Red Lobster, I'm going Snowden incase my main bit*h knows too and is out lookin for me. She doesn't know where you live homie so its all good.
Friends: Damn yous a conniving nigg*, you could hide out here for a while fosho. My friend Dayshawn works at a car rental place if you need to switch rides for a min so it's harder for her to find you.
Going Snowden by leerinabox August 28, 2015