A psychotic, alcoholic, syphilitic serial killer who reviews classical movie franchises as a testimony to their total and utter destruction by a corporate-board controlled exhumation leading to the obliteration of everything that was once good. (e.g. Star Wars, Star Trek, Indiana Jones,...)
Mr. Plinkett's sardonic reviews can be considered the catalyst of entitled internet armchair criticism and the re-discovery of Totino's Pizza-Rolls.
Adj. This is a delightful nonsense word that my sister and I made up and used as kids to describe music from an upright player piano with tacks on the hammers.
A person you hate intensely not because they deserve such hatred but because they serve as a focus for your general hatred. A healthy way to dispense with excess animosity.
Jake's not really that big an asshole. He just serves as my hate sink.
A toe rag was originally a foot wrapping used, since mediaeval times up until the mid-nineteenth century, to protect the foot from chafing by boots or shoes. As these were, quite literally, rags they weren’t usually washed, and so with use they became very smelly until they were thrown away. Because of the similarity in smell, toe rag also became the name applied to dried, salted cod or other things with a strong, unpleasant, fishy smell. It didn’t take that long before the name was applied to someone who was an obnoxious, unpleasant OIC.
1 “Socks! Those aren’t socks you smelly git, they’re toe rags!”
2 “What have you been cooking? Smells like toe rag!”
3 “I can smell ‘er fanny from ‘ere, proper toe rag.”
4 That Heale Malcolm is a right toe rag.