A pathetic attempt by Fred Durst to revitalize grunge used around late 2001-early 2002. The band had very little potential and just wrote carbon copy radio friendly material. Nirvana is obviously their biggest influence. Apparantely, they only had like two hit songs, "Blurry" and "She Hates Me", and their 2003 album "Life In Display" was ignored and nobody gave a shit about it.
Ordinary guy: Remember Puddle of Mudd?
Musicfan: Unfortunately, yes.
The murky, stenchy remnants of an earlier human defecation hot gopher overflowing in the hole of the green on a golf course resulting from heavy rain or daily watering of the greens.
“Nice shot dude - you read that 40-footer perfectly!” “Thanks dude - yeah these greens are really slow today...must have been that storm last night. Oh shit! What’s this Puddle of Mudd in the hole? I can’t even see my ball. (Pulls out ball covered in stenchy muck). Oh shit! This smells like shit! Fuck - there’s a piece of corn stuck to it. Some dbag must’ve hot gophered this yesterday...”
when you're holding up your phone and making faces at it, as though you are taking a selfie, but you're really taking a picture of the person across from you or the wall or anything else that seems interesting but you don't want to be caught dead taking a picture of.
This action is often made more convincing by wiggling the eyebrows or opening the mouth, to pretend you're trying to get a Snapchat filter to work.