A philosophical postulate that states, "That which cannot be proven or disproven should probably not be argued about, but let's do itanyway to get some needed blood pumping."
Jenny: So if you could travel back in time, would you kill your grandfather?
Keenan: I invoke Newton's Flaming Limp Laser Sword!
Jenny: So? I totally would.
Keenan: Hell no!
When you take a girl in an outhouse, and you fuck her doggy style, so her hands are on the toilet. Right before you cum, pound your 40 of lucky lager and smash the emptly bottle over her head and push her in.
An adapted drink ordered at pubs and clubs, often for those with a low tolerance to alcohol who do not want to order a shandy and face ridicule by their companions. Other potential reasons for ordering include hair of the dog and recent illness.
Ordering a beer in a lemonade sandwich format with the bottom and the top of the beer being given a bit of lemonade.
Also referred to as a Fister Spit Roast in Southern England Regions.
Bartender: What can I get you mate?
Nice Guy: Yeah, can I get 3 Fosters, a Strongbow Dark Fruits, a Rum 'n' Coke and...Matt, what did you want again?
Matt: A Fosters top and bottom please
Nice Guy: I'm not ordering that.
Bartender: It's fine. One Lager Spit Roast coming up.
Teacher: Class, what is the most common isotope in the atmosphere?
Student: Well actually Miss, Occam's Laser proves that there are billions of subatomic elves that make everything work, so all chemistry is wrong and your question is invalid.