Choda Boy 57's definitions
Tony Greig to drunk yobbo: "If you park the tiger on my Giorgio Armanis your arse is grass... now fuck orf!"
by Choda Boy 57 July 24, 2006
Get the park the tigermug. A short form of 'ker-fuckin'-ching', the sound a cash register makes and used when somebody tells you about their good fortune with money.
Derived, of course, from the fast food chain which, as well as the usual expressions, can be referred to as Kolonel's Fucking Crap.
Derived, of course, from the fast food chain which, as well as the usual expressions, can be referred to as Kolonel's Fucking Crap.
Bloke 1: "Mate, I just got 3 grand back on my tax refund."
Bloke 2: "KFC!"
Bloke 1: "What?"
Bloke 2: "Ker-fuckin'-CHING!'
Bloke 2: "KFC!"
Bloke 1: "What?"
Bloke 2: "Ker-fuckin'-CHING!'
by Choda Boy 57 May 17, 2008
Get the KFCmug. Another Australian expression of frustration, disbelief or amazement. Less popular cousin to fuck me dead.
by Choda Boy 57 August 24, 2006
Get the fuck me rigidmug. Now obsolete, this was Australian slang for residents of Victoria, the southern-most mainland state of Australia. The Rio Grande in this case is the Murray River which is the border between Victoria and New South Wales.
This term was especially popular in the late 80's/early 90's when Victoria was virtually bankrupted by an incompetent state government, in other words we were poor folk from south of the border. Thousands of Victorians migrated to the northern states.
Things improved from the mid 90's and this term has pretty much died out.
This term was especially popular in the late 80's/early 90's when Victoria was virtually bankrupted by an incompetent state government, in other words we were poor folk from south of the border. Thousands of Victorians migrated to the northern states.
Things improved from the mid 90's and this term has pretty much died out.
Queenslander: "Bloody Mexicans moving in all over the place. Next thing they'll want to bring daylight saving with them!"
This entry won't work unless I use Mexican (Australia) in a sentence.
This entry won't work unless I use Mexican (Australia) in a sentence.
by Choda Boy 57 August 11, 2006
Get the Mexican (Australia)mug. Drinking game most popular with uni students, campers and the otherwise young and stupid. The idea is simple: 1 shot of beer every minute, on the minute for 60 minutes.
Sounds easy doesn't it? "That tiny little shot will be through my system before the next one arrives", I hear you say. And that's how it starts. You can't wait for the next beep. You might even sneak a swig between minutes. You get through ten, and twenty with no worries. Only sixty? I could do this all night.
The confidence starts to fade around thirty. You're not pissed yet, but starting to feel a little tight in the guts. And the minutes keep coming. Every shot seems to double the pressure in your guts. You start ripping out massive burps which relieve the pressure a bit, but then it's time for the next one. As the alcohol starts to kick in, the minutes seem to fly. You dread the beep and flinch when it goes off. It takes you almost a full minute to down the shot. And there are still 12 to go. If you're lucky, you won't notice the last 10 through the haze. If you're unlucky, you'll be running around the back of the shed to puke... but if your friends are cool, as long as you make it back to your seat for the next minute, you can keep going.
Still not convinced? 60 shots is equivalent to 60 ounces, 1.8 litres, or a touch under a standard six pack. In an hour.
And if that's not enough, the hour of power is merely the poorer cousin of the true measure of binge-drinking prowess: the dreaded centurion...
See also boat race, cricket drinking game.
Sounds easy doesn't it? "That tiny little shot will be through my system before the next one arrives", I hear you say. And that's how it starts. You can't wait for the next beep. You might even sneak a swig between minutes. You get through ten, and twenty with no worries. Only sixty? I could do this all night.
The confidence starts to fade around thirty. You're not pissed yet, but starting to feel a little tight in the guts. And the minutes keep coming. Every shot seems to double the pressure in your guts. You start ripping out massive burps which relieve the pressure a bit, but then it's time for the next one. As the alcohol starts to kick in, the minutes seem to fly. You dread the beep and flinch when it goes off. It takes you almost a full minute to down the shot. And there are still 12 to go. If you're lucky, you won't notice the last 10 through the haze. If you're unlucky, you'll be running around the back of the shed to puke... but if your friends are cool, as long as you make it back to your seat for the next minute, you can keep going.
Still not convinced? 60 shots is equivalent to 60 ounces, 1.8 litres, or a touch under a standard six pack. In an hour.
And if that's not enough, the hour of power is merely the poorer cousin of the true measure of binge-drinking prowess: the dreaded centurion...
See also boat race, cricket drinking game.
by Choda Boy 57 October 2, 2007
Get the hour of powermug. Belt it up your arse: "When the mechanic told me it was gonna cost five hundred bucks to fix me car, I told him to belt it up his arse."
by Choda Boy 57 August 15, 2006
Get the belt it up your arsemug. 1. A piss-funny movie that still defines every actor who was in it almost a decade later ("hey, it's that dude/chick out of 'American Pie'"), and gave the world Steve Stifler, the man every guy wanted to be, and every girl wanted to be with.
2. American Pie, the song, is a cultural atrocity from one-hit-wonder Don McLean. The reason this song is so popular is a mystery. It's one of those indulgent, over-long, over-blown, pompous efforts that says more about the singer than the object of the song. Too complex for its own good (there are a million interpretations of the lyrics), yet contains some apparently random passages which seem to have been selected just to make a rhyme. A birthday-and-wedding staple in Australia, it contains enough references to booze and Chevys to make it popular with the younger crowd even almost 40 years later. It usually comes on near the end of the night and when it does, you're supposed to stand in a circle, put your arms around each other's shoulders and sway as though you're taking part in some sort of special experience (see also Dancing Queen, The Gambler and Khe Sanh). Personally, I only like it because it gives me 8 minutes to go outside for a dart, grab a drink and get back on for the next song. Most unfortunately, the fact that it's a tribute to dead rockers has saved it from the bucketing that it truly deserves.
2. American Pie, the song, is a cultural atrocity from one-hit-wonder Don McLean. The reason this song is so popular is a mystery. It's one of those indulgent, over-long, over-blown, pompous efforts that says more about the singer than the object of the song. Too complex for its own good (there are a million interpretations of the lyrics), yet contains some apparently random passages which seem to have been selected just to make a rhyme. A birthday-and-wedding staple in Australia, it contains enough references to booze and Chevys to make it popular with the younger crowd even almost 40 years later. It usually comes on near the end of the night and when it does, you're supposed to stand in a circle, put your arms around each other's shoulders and sway as though you're taking part in some sort of special experience (see also Dancing Queen, The Gambler and Khe Sanh). Personally, I only like it because it gives me 8 minutes to go outside for a dart, grab a drink and get back on for the next song. Most unfortunately, the fact that it's a tribute to dead rockers has saved it from the bucketing that it truly deserves.
by Choda Boy 57 October 18, 2008
Get the American Piemug.