A term of endearment. Often given to an object of affection who is unaware of the existence of the endearer. It is said that no finer compliment can be given to a proper lady of the night.
Damn. Check out that neon tank top. Wait a minute. There's nothing underneath. mmm. Mmmm. Bumpy Rumpkins, son. Bumpy Rumpkins.
If there is a kid named Paul Moore at your high school, you need to transfer. Paul has the worst kenekls you have ever seen in your life, drives a bitch truck, and eats the school pizza with a fork. Paul Moore is the kid to stay away from.
He talks to himself all the time and he has blond hair. He is the perfect Hitler child he is a genius that is as skinny as a stick. Force feed him he is starving.