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Triple J
A popular (in the best sense of the word) radio station in Australia that only plays good songs - not fucking pop and cuntry m00sik), beats the shit outta those radio station in america - well i wouldn't know i guess, i don't live there (see example).
triple j
The best radio station in Australia and the home of all breeds of preposterously good music. Triple j will rape your ear drums, give them a shuddering eargasm and leave them screaming for more. Triple j listeners are the pinnacle of awesome and often find themselves banding together in cult-like way at one of the tremendous live music events they promote. The hosts of triple j are also brilliant folks. Triple j telepathically updates and improves your already great taste in music. Triple j is the sex. If you think you hate it, listen to it for a week and, before you know it, you've slapped a triple j pride sticker on your car, you're buying like a versions and writing urban dictionary definitions to inform others of this infectious, revolutionary radio station that your life now circulates around.
triple j by harriet and martyn June 14, 2011
Triple J
1. The act of tieing two limp noodle dicks into a tightly knit knot, have both men watch pornography to achieve a boner, or achieve a boner through any means possible, and have a man or a woman try to untangle the knot with his or her mouth.
2. John Jamieson
2. John Jamieson
Billy: Yo man you gotta do a triple J its the illest shit eva
Joel: Word Yo? I tie my dicks up in a knot right now ya hurr?
Joel: Word Yo? I tie my dicks up in a knot right now ya hurr?
Triple J by ilovehannahmontana April 7, 2009
Triple J
Triple J (Otherwise known as "Triple the Gay"): The WORST Radio station in Australia. Popular with people who cant deal with being mainstream, scenesters, emo's, Ravers with glowsticks, Generation X'ers and the general dregs of society who have a severe case of "Unwarranted self-importance". This radio station will play every "underground" never before heard crap made by know-nothing, known-by-no-one backyard bands. What they call music would make some dogs howl in terror. The radio presenters themselves are the paramount of un-funny douchbaggery.
What I hear when forced to listen to "Triple J" by the people in the office who have control of the radio all day:
"Hey listeners! Scott "Drool" Dooley, and Robby "Dumbfuck" Buck coming at you with yet another unheard of accoustic nightmare, BLISS N ESO! get your rusty spoons ready to dig out those eardrums!"
"Hey listeners! Scott "Drool" Dooley, and Robby "Dumbfuck" Buck coming at you with yet another unheard of accoustic nightmare, BLISS N ESO! get your rusty spoons ready to dig out those eardrums!"