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Dudespeak
n. The language or mode of conversation that includes, but is not limited to, use of the ever-evolving term, "dude" (Seedude). Meaning and connotations of the word "dude" depend on the circumstances and tone and attitude of the dudespeaker. Dudespeak vocabulary often includes words ranging from "seriously" to "like" to "awesome" to "sweet" to "totally"
Dudespeak conversations:
"Dude, like seriously? That was totally awesome."
"Sweet ride, dude."
"Dude." (Hello, friend. Here, have some nutella)
"Duuude." (Hey, this nutella is amazing)
"...dude?" (Um...where the hell do you think you're going with my nutella?)
"DUDE!" (Get AWAY from my nutella!)
"Dude, like seriously? That was totally awesome."
"Sweet ride, dude."
"Dude." (Hello, friend. Here, have some nutella)
"Duuude." (Hey, this nutella is amazing)
"...dude?" (Um...where the hell do you think you're going with my nutella?)
"DUDE!" (Get AWAY from my nutella!)
Dudespeak by grindgator February 11, 2009
Dudesweat
A party involving all of your best guy friends, usually because the kids involved can't get girls (but not always). Originating in CT, it's often reffered to as a "brosweat".
Called a dude sweat because all of your close best guy friends are there partying. The sweat part comes from the one kid (usually foreign) who sweats when he drinks, and, sometimes, depending on the location and how many involved, everyone sweats.
Dudesweat is not subjected to a party, as long as your friends are together and drinking it counts
Called a dude sweat because all of your close best guy friends are there partying. The sweat part comes from the one kid (usually foreign) who sweats when he drinks, and, sometimes, depending on the location and how many involved, everyone sweats.
Dudesweat is not subjected to a party, as long as your friends are together and drinking it counts
Dudesweat by DyslexicSpeedreader December 9, 2009
dumpsteak
We heard bloodcurdling screams coming from the men's room. At first I thought someone was getting raped, butt-fuck style. But the screams stopped suddenly. After two minutes, Evan VonderLuftwaffennschwarzteneggar emerged from the stall, beating his chest in fury and pain. His beat-red ass cheeks told me that there was only one possible explanation: his dumpsteak. I mosied on over to the toilet. Sure enough, what did I behold? A dumpsteak. Bigger than I had ever seen; full of thumb-tacks, raisins, and coated in a thick film of blood.
'Ouch.' I thought to myself. I made a mental note to never return to Kosta's Greek Diner. And my upper lip trembeled at the thought of passing a dumpsteak as large as Evan's.
'Ouch.' I thought to myself. I made a mental note to never return to Kosta's Greek Diner. And my upper lip trembeled at the thought of passing a dumpsteak as large as Evan's.
dumpsteak by Boguniecki January 7, 2007