The sort of feeling most teenage girls get while walking on the street as they are stared at by older Hispanic (usually unattractive) men driving by in red pick-up trucks.
Often accompanied by a yellow, crooked smile with missing teeth, elevator eyes, perfectly symmetrical mustaches, dirty trucker hats/baseball caps, and practically always, a lawnmower or assorted landscaping tools in the back.
See also: any ex-boyfriend/girlfriend you've broken up with in the past who refuses to stop driving past your house everyday at 3:30 PM, shaking their left fist in remorse; your high school chemistry teacher who always seems put his leg on your desk while wearing short-shorts, giving you a close-up on his saggy balls.
Often accompanied by a yellow, crooked smile with missing teeth, elevator eyes, perfectly symmetrical mustaches, dirty trucker hats/baseball caps, and practically always, a lawnmower or assorted landscaping tools in the back.
See also: any ex-boyfriend/girlfriend you've broken up with in the past who refuses to stop driving past your house everyday at 3:30 PM, shaking their left fist in remorse; your high school chemistry teacher who always seems put his leg on your desk while wearing short-shorts, giving you a close-up on his saggy balls.
Stay away from Baskin-Donuts on Fridays; I get the most creepy as shit looks from those landscaper truck guys.
Mr. Barry is creepy as shit.
Mr. Barry is creepy as shit.
by Somebody So Especial May 31, 2006
by Otakuloid13 December 31, 2015