clemete

a fit, rich english boy, who says words like 'pang', he usually does sports such as cricket and tennis. His parents called him clemete because one of them is italian and wants their kid to stay in touch with his heritige. in addition to his ubsurdly good looks, a clemte also speaks italian/greek/spanish, making him the ultimate girlfriend stealer. A clemete is always honest (and horny), other guys envy him because he gets all the girls.

Girl 1: OMG! He is dead fit...
Girl 2: Doesn't he speak italian?
Both: Man, he is such a freaking clemete!

by you know you want it May 27, 2012

Cemetery

Quiet locations where you can locate such famous people as Michael Jackson, Marlon Brando, Heath Ledger, Farrah Fawcett and Smitty Werbenyegermanjenson

I'm going to the cemetery to try and find that guy from the Spongebob cartoon, wanna come along?

by Metallicajunkie October 3, 2018

Cemetery Gates

Song by Pantera. Seven minutes long, fifth track of Cowboys from Hell. Often considered one of the greatest songs by Pantera.

The lyrics of Cemetery Gates:

Reverend, reverend
Is this some conspiracy?
Crucified for no sins
An image beneath me
What's within our plans for life?
It all seems so unreal
I'm a man cut in half in this world
Left in my misery...

The reverend he turned to me
Without a tear in his eyes
It's nothing new for him to see
I didn't ask him why
I will remember
The love our souls had
Sworn to make
Now I watch the falling rain
All my mind can see
Now is your (face)

Well I guess
You took my youth
I gave it all away
Like the birth of a
New-found joy
This love would end in rage
And when she died
I couldn't cry
The pride within my soul
You left me incomplete
All alone as the
Memories now unfold.

Believe the word
I will unlock my door
And pass the
Cemetery Gates

Sometimes when I'm alone
I wonder aloud
If you're watching over me
Some place far abound
I must reverse my life
I can't live in the past
Then set my soul free
Belong to me at last
Through all those
Complex years
I thought I was alone
I didn't care to look around
And make this world my own
And when she died
I should've cried and spared myself some pain...
Left me incomplete
All alone as the memories still remain

The way we were
The chance to save my soul
And my concern is now in vain
Believe the word
I will unlock my door
And pass the Cemetery Gates

by Denisovich August 3, 2007

Roberto Clemente

One of baseball's greatest true heros and the first Hispanic American inducted into the Hall of Fame. Elected posthumously in 1973 -- the only exception to the mandatory five-year post-retirement waiting period since it was instituted in 1954.

Born in Barrio San Anton in Carolina, Puerto Rico, August 18, 1934. Played right field 18 seasons for the Pittsburgh Pirates, 1955-1972. One of only four MLB players to have won 10 or more golden gloves titles (he had 12) and a .300+ lifetime batting average. Led the Pirates to two World Series victories (1960 and 1971).

Spent much of his time during the off-season in charity work. He would always make it a point to visit children's hospitals in the cities he played in. Died in a plane crash off the coast of Isla Verde, Puerto Rico on December 31, 1972 while en route to deliver aid to earthquake victims in Nicaragua.

They don't make 'em like Roberto Clemente anymore.

by the migster May 31, 2006

Gnarlington cemetery

Large burial ground/necropolis privately owned by legendary, tiger-blooded, immortal American actor Charlie Sheen in which any fallen members of his paranormal 'violent love', F-18 equipped militia, known as "the Octagon" are laid to rest. The Sheenian equivalent of Valhalla. Gnarlington is so RADICAL that normal, loser minds cannot comprehend it, and risk turning into a exploded body over which their children will weep. Only the (Duh!) Winning or Bi-Winning are permitted to enter.

So far, only a handful** of fire-breathing-fisted, earthworm-defeating, Vatican Assassin Warlocks are buried here, of which one, Denise Richards, is a former High Priest Vatican Assassin Warlock. It's pretty lonely down there, but you know, THEY SURE LIKE THE VIEW, ALEX.

**: Given Sheen's unlimited appeal and Bitching Rockstar from Mars status, one would expect more than just a few - this is readily explainable by the fact that as Sheen cogently explains, death is for pussies, like Thomas Jefferson. A loser at the end of a loser life, with ugly wife and ugly children. He didn't hang out with two smoking hotties and fly around the world.

But what does rhyme with winning? Anyone? Yeah, that would be him. He works for the Pope, he murders people. He is the drug known as Charlie Sheen.

"Guys, it's right there in the thing, duh! We work for the Pope, we murder people. We're Vatican assassins. How complicated can it be? What they're not ready for is guys like you and I and Nails and all the other Gnarly Gnarlingtons in my life, that we are high priests, Vatican assassin warlocks. Boom. Print that, people. See where that goes."

Charlie Sheen on warlocks earning themselves a place at Gnarlington cemetery.

by NewsflashIAmSpecial March 21, 2011

San Clemente, California

The Covidiots Capital of America. A place where women with bad boob jobs think that their tight face lift will ward off the Coronavirus.

Hey everyone! We live in San Clemente, California. We are Covidiots. We don't care that people are dying from Coronavirus. We want to exercise our right to pretend we know how to surf, and go to a glossy canteen and drink. We're going to invite the media so we can show off our botched boob jobs.

by GPT77 May 12, 2020

San Clemente, California

A town in the south of Orange County. It used to be a really cool low-key beach town. Now it is just a blingy place with a bunch of wanna-bes who are upsidedown in their mortgages. It is filled with botox hags/40 year old ex strippers/"cheerleaders" who are so worthless they can't even get a job. They sit around and scream at their wannabe surfer husbands because they can't make enough money to keep up with what they think is their "lifestyle." Some may or may not be swingers. The houses were build like crap in the early and mid two thousands. These bozos paid way too much for the houses and now they are stuck with homes they couldn't afford in the first place.

Walking through the mall I noticed 6 botox hags. They must be from San Clemente, California Wish they would put on more clothes I really don't want to look at them.

by tankerperson June 17, 2011