An olympic sport of Icelandic origin wherein the competitors race a predetermined distance with full boxes of paper strapped to their feet.
"Phyllis narrowly beat Kevin in the first annual flonkerton race in the Dunder-Mifflin Office Olympics, which earned her a gold medal made out of a yogurt lid and paper clips."
The soon to be 8th day of the week, giving the world 3 week end days and 5 work/school days.
Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday, Flonder Day, Friday, Saturday, Sunday (new week)
A fugly loser, essentially; one who not only fails at life and in general, but one who does so in an extraordinarily ironic or awful manner.
A permutation of floser, often mistaken as a f*cking loser.
Mark: ...and so when I tried to sneak the new wireless router back into my house, I pushed the door open with my back, then turned around right into my mom...
Someone that says they are going somewhere, and don't show.
Blaine: "Hey gurl, wud up?! You coming to my place to chill?"
Stephanie: "Yeah, babe, be there in 10 minutes!"
~The next day~
Blaine: "Steph, what happened, you never came over!! You're a flosser!"
Stephanie: "I didn't floss!! I went to your' window and knocked, but you weren't in your' room, sorry, honey. We can chill tonight. Late."