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A humorous name or term of endearment used in reference to a vehicle made by the International Harvester Company (or any of its subsidiaries), said in fun since International was pretty much the best foundry and manufacturer of farm implements.
Scout II driver fueling at station
Fellow driver just exiting store: What year is that thirteen letter shit spreader?
Scout II driver: (smiles) It's a `79
Fellow: Looks pretty good. How's she feelin'?
Scout II driver: I work her enough she doesn't miss the farm. She's still got a while before she's put out to pasture.
Fellow: Well, have a good one. Hope to see you around more often.
Fellow driver just exiting store: What year is that thirteen letter shit spreader?
Scout II driver: (smiles) It's a `79
Fellow: Looks pretty good. How's she feelin'?
Scout II driver: I work her enough she doesn't miss the farm. She's still got a while before she's put out to pasture.
Fellow: Well, have a good one. Hope to see you around more often.
thirteen letter shit spreader by AmerIHCan May 8, 2010
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thirteen letter shit spreader
-Skunk Gizzard: Breaker. Breaker. This is the Skunk Gizzard calling out for anyone descending from the heavens of Big Snowy Creek (Road); Come back.
-Liplash: Liplash has his ears on. Go ahead.
-Skunk Gizzard: Go easy on my back door. I got a thirteen letter shit spreader playing cargo to a Pete with it's jake on. If you're comin' down strong, be forewarned that there's no way around. Over.
-Liplash: That's a big 10-4 Gizzard. Thank you for the heads up. Much appreciated.
-Triple S No One / Triple S #1 (possible future handle for the president of SuperScoutSpecialist): This is Triple S No One callin' for Skunk Gizzard and Liplash. An extended warning regarding that Catter-fillered Peter. Come back
-Skunk Gizzard: Go ahead
-Liplash: ~click~
-DP (Driver of Peterbilt): I resemble that. Come back.
-Triple S No One: We're double teaming this road whore. He's my chute and I'm his pusher-upper. You got an okay on the go-around but unless you want to be in the way during or on your way to, the next flight to heaven, it'd be best to get in the rocking chair on this ride. Over.
-Skunk Gizzard: ~click~
-Liplash: ~click~
-DP: I'll be one seat up from you til I take a hard Paint Bank up to the 64 Triple S. Over.
Triple S No One: ~click~
-Liplash: Liplash has his ears on. Go ahead.
-Skunk Gizzard: Go easy on my back door. I got a thirteen letter shit spreader playing cargo to a Pete with it's jake on. If you're comin' down strong, be forewarned that there's no way around. Over.
-Liplash: That's a big 10-4 Gizzard. Thank you for the heads up. Much appreciated.
-Triple S No One / Triple S #1 (possible future handle for the president of SuperScoutSpecialist): This is Triple S No One callin' for Skunk Gizzard and Liplash. An extended warning regarding that Catter-fillered Peter. Come back
-Skunk Gizzard: Go ahead
-Liplash: ~click~
-DP (Driver of Peterbilt): I resemble that. Come back.
-Triple S No One: We're double teaming this road whore. He's my chute and I'm his pusher-upper. You got an okay on the go-around but unless you want to be in the way during or on your way to, the next flight to heaven, it'd be best to get in the rocking chair on this ride. Over.
-Skunk Gizzard: ~click~
-Liplash: ~click~
-DP: I'll be one seat up from you til I take a hard Paint Bank up to the 64 Triple S. Over.
Triple S No One: ~click~
thirteen letter shit spreader by AmerIHCan May 8, 2010
thirteen letter shit spreader
Farmer Bob: I just bought a completely restored thirteen letter shit spreader to work the farm"
Farmer Joe: What's that make, 20 IHs you own now?
Farmer Bob: Thirty; there's 10 more out behind the barn I can use for parts... or to build a Doodlebug.
Farmer Joe: What's that make, 20 IHs you own now?
Farmer Bob: Thirty; there's 10 more out behind the barn I can use for parts... or to build a Doodlebug.
thirteen letter shit spreader by AmerIHCan May 8, 2010
Shit litter
Taking a giant shit by the side of the road and leaving it there. Could be in any number of areas including, but not limited to: Iowa, Wisconsin, the Dakotas, Ohio, Pennsylvania, Rural New York, anywhere in New Jersey, Appalachia, the South, unpopulated swaths of the American West, and anywhere people wake up after a bender or have driven on a road trip after contracting food poisoning. May or may not include napkins, underwear and undergarments. (Pre-COVID, might also have included cleaning wipes if they were in the vehicle.)
Oh, man, I shit littered off of exit 464 again... I think it was the combo of last night's Toppers and the raw egg burger that may have given me food poisoning.
Shit litter by Orcharge October 16, 2020
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Fleg
The word 'flag' as pronounced by people with thick Belfast accents. The term is a perfect encapsulation of the disproportionate and overblown reaction to the removal of the Union Jack (as in 'de fleg') from above City Hall in Belfast. Where previously it had flown for 365 days per year, it is now flown on 17 designated days of the year - in line with many other British cities.
The event caused a portion of the Protestant community ('fleggers') to make international pricks of themselves as they proceeded to wreck the fucking place, claiming it was another erosion of a 'British' identity they perceive to have been under attack since the horrifying spectre of equality reared its head in Northern Ireland.
The word 'fleg' - and indeed 'fleggers' - fittingly describes a section of humanity unconcerned with knowledge, reality or the vagaries of the English language. Like America's tea-baggers they are ruled by instinct, fear and paranoia with a side dish of rampant bigotry and startling ignorance of the world around them.
The event caused a portion of the Protestant community ('fleggers') to make international pricks of themselves as they proceeded to wreck the fucking place, claiming it was another erosion of a 'British' identity they perceive to have been under attack since the horrifying spectre of equality reared its head in Northern Ireland.
The word 'fleg' - and indeed 'fleggers' - fittingly describes a section of humanity unconcerned with knowledge, reality or the vagaries of the English language. Like America's tea-baggers they are ruled by instinct, fear and paranoia with a side dish of rampant bigotry and startling ignorance of the world around them.