In Anthony Burgess's novella, A Clockwork Orange, it's the "nadsat" slang version of saying you're sorry. Synonymous with "apologies" as in "my apologies".
Oh, did I step on your foot? Appy polly loggies, O my Brother!
The necessity and compulsion to share every single fucking thought or emotion with polyamorous partners, for the purpose of avoiding the minor miscommunications or misunderstandings that may not complicate a monogamous relationship, but which may snowball when there are three or more people involved.
Will cause poly relationships to develop at a ridiculous pace, as nothing is ever kept to one's self. Will also seem really, really crazy sometimes.
Omg I'm sorry I was a little distant just now; I was worried I might feel a little neglected eventually, even though I'm not feeling that way at all right now. I was just imagining how it might feel some day. Also, I kind of resent you for that eventuality.
The annoying habit some question-answerers adopt, whereby they offer a plethora of possible answers in order to increase their chances of correctly answering the question.
Amber: Hello Simon! Guess how many pineapple rings I eaten today?
Simon: Gee, that'll be 1 or 5 or 9, yeah?
Amber: Your polyanswerism is not welcome here, Simon
A name for an cheap, old van usually about 20 years old, with around 7-8 seats. Gets its name from being the most common vehicle of choice for Polynesian families with at least 5 kids.
Nickname given to bales of marijuana thrown overboard or out of airplanes. Origin is reportedly from members of the USCoast Guard in the area of Southern Florida.
"Base we've got some square groupers floating outside of Miami harbor."
A sunburn or suntan focused on the left arm. It is caused by the left side of the body being the only half that gets exposed to sunlight while driving. Presumably, it would be located on the right side of the body in countries where they drive on the left side of the road.
I had a trucker's tan after driving for 10 straight hours on a sunny day.