Cap'n Bullmoose's definitions
1. Luanne ate too much cabbage and got the drizzlies.
2. We can't go to Chicago? Man, that's the drizzlies.
2. We can't go to Chicago? Man, that's the drizzlies.
by Cap'n Bullmoose April 30, 2005
Get the drizzliesmug. by Cap'n Bullmoose April 23, 2005
Get the offmug. When a guy of color dresses and talks like a Young Republican and eats baloney sandwiches on white bread, and all the local white paddies and ofays think that the guy is a white paddy.
Rastus changed his name to Robert, put on a grey suit and a red tie, stopped shuckin' and jivin', and bought a white Oldsmobile. He got the kink out of his hair and stopped drinking cheap malt liquor. Now he's passing down in Racine.
by Cap'n Bullmoose October 9, 2007
Get the passingmug. In the Big Rock Candy Mountain,
There's a land that's fair and bright,
Where the handouts grow on bushes
And you sleep out every night.
The shacks all have to tip their hats and the railroad bulls are blind...
There's a land that's fair and bright,
Where the handouts grow on bushes
And you sleep out every night.
The shacks all have to tip their hats and the railroad bulls are blind...
by Cap'n Bullmoose April 23, 2005
Get the shackmug. by Cap'n Bullmoose April 30, 2005
Get the oboemug. The politically correct form of colored guy. An African American man described by a politically correct mush wimp. A gentleman of African heritage.
by Cap'n Bullmoose April 19, 2005
Get the guy of colormug. The mating call of the corn holing faggot.
When one poofter hears another one fart, he responds, either with a fart of his own or verbally.
Rowdy Texas poofters call out "Chow Time!"
High-class poofters say, "Dinner Call!"
When one poofter hears another one fart, he responds, either with a fart of his own or verbally.
Rowdy Texas poofters call out "Chow Time!"
High-class poofters say, "Dinner Call!"
Not wanting to waste a lot of time talking, Armistead traipsed into a gay bar, lifted his leg a trifle, and blasted out a tremendous fart. The stentorian trumpet call echoed through the room and drew many approving glances.
Tex hollered "Hot damn! He's brought out the big guns!"
Lemony minced over to Armistead, bent over, and spoke sweet words to his arse:
Hail to thee, blithe Spirit!
Bird thou never wert
That from Heaven, or near it,
Pourest thy full heart
In profuse strains of unpremeditated art.
He inhaled through his nose, loud and long, then continued,
Like a rose embowered
In its own green leaves,
By warm winds deflowered,
Till the scent it gives.
"You'll do fine," said Armistead as he took Lemony's fluttering wrist and escorted him from the bar.
Tex hollered "Hot damn! He's brought out the big guns!"
Lemony minced over to Armistead, bent over, and spoke sweet words to his arse:
Hail to thee, blithe Spirit!
Bird thou never wert
That from Heaven, or near it,
Pourest thy full heart
In profuse strains of unpremeditated art.
He inhaled through his nose, loud and long, then continued,
Like a rose embowered
In its own green leaves,
By warm winds deflowered,
Till the scent it gives.
"You'll do fine," said Armistead as he took Lemony's fluttering wrist and escorted him from the bar.
by Cap'n Bullmoose November 11, 2006
Get the fartmug.