A screaming, gasoline-drenched, blood-sucking, bat-winged cabbage that screeches and swoops down out of trees at night and either,
1) Rips off your head and drains your body of all fluid via the newly created wound, or
2) Misses the intended target horribly (usually you) and plows into the ground, pops like a grape, and spews flaming ooze everywhere. Neither have very high survival ratings.
Amar: Yo chris i just ate a green crisp... i didnt even friggin puke!
chris: AMAR!! Thats beastidge!
Amar: beastidge (he doesnt know anyhting amar)
chris: yea beastidge i learnt it on urban dictionary its a rocking word, so start using it or i amy resort to peer pressure!
I don't buy the schmegegge about Morty sleeping with Moira.
His version of the story was pure schmegegge.
The whole schmegegge was made up to get Liz a little bit of attention.