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Someone who starts a conversation with you when in fact you have no wish to speak to them, then talks for ages without giving you an opportunity to excuse yourself without appearing rude.
Hostage talkers either enjoy making you uncomfortable or are completely oblivious to the fact that they are not wanted. People likely to be hostage talkers are mothers, younger brothers, bosses or people to whom you owe money.
Hostage talkers either enjoy making you uncomfortable or are completely oblivious to the fact that they are not wanted. People likely to be hostage talkers are mothers, younger brothers, bosses or people to whom you owe money.
Dave: Why isn't Mike here yet?
Steve: I think he ran into Linda in the hallway.
Dave: Damn, then he'll be ages. She's a hostage talker.
Steve: I think he ran into Linda in the hallway.
Dave: Damn, then he'll be ages. She's a hostage talker.
by George McBob June 9, 2009
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One makes a blue train by filtering methylated spirits through a loaf of bread in order to remove the bitter-tasting purple dye (In South Africa, the dye is mandatory in order to prevent it's use as a beverage). Since only the dye is removed, not the kerosene, methanol, isopropanol etc, it gets you smashed off your head, but may cause vomiting, headaches, seizures, blindness and/or death.
It is called blue train because the thoroughly dyed loaf resembles the Blue Train, an ultra-luxury overnight passenger train between Joburg and Cape Town.
One makes a blue train by filtering methylated spirits through a loaf of bread in order to remove the bitter-tasting purple dye (In South Africa, the dye is mandatory in order to prevent it's use as a beverage). Since only the dye is removed, not the kerosene, methanol, isopropanol etc, it gets you smashed off your head, but may cause vomiting, headaches, seizures, blindness and/or death.
It is called blue train because the thoroughly dyed loaf resembles the Blue Train, an ultra-luxury overnight passenger train between Joburg and Cape Town.
by George McBob April 29, 2009
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Examples would include letting a girl go ahead of you up an escalator so that you can stare at her ass on the way up, or letting her have your seat on the bus so that you can stand next to her and stare down her top.
Pervalry is a portmanteau of the words "pervert" and "chivalry".
Examples would include letting a girl go ahead of you up an escalator so that you can stare at her ass on the way up, or letting her have your seat on the bus so that you can stand next to her and stare down her top.
Pervalry is a portmanteau of the words "pervert" and "chivalry".
by George McBob April 23, 2009
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The best trollplays are when you get your chat partner (usually a basement-dweller or pedophile) really worked up, and when he's just about to ejaculate into his dirty sweatpants, you drop the troll-bomb.
The best trollplays are when you get your chat partner (usually a basement-dweller or pedophile) really worked up, and when he's just about to ejaculate into his dirty sweatpants, you drop the troll-bomb.
A chatlog from an Omegle trollplay:
You’re now chatting with a random stranger. Say hi!
Stranger: m/f
You: f
You: u?
You: f 17 NY city
You: how about you??
Stranger: 18 m nj
Stranger: u gotta facebook
You: cool
You: uh huh
You: cybersex?
Stranger: yea sure if u want
Stranger: can i add u
You: dyou wnna start?
You: if you make me cum:D
Stranger: ok ok u gotta web came babe
You: nope make sumthng up
You: a horny story
You: with me + u
Stranger: i had this dream about u once
You: i think i had that 2
Stranger: and we were in bed cuddling each other
Stranger: and i took off your clothese and stareted sucking on those big boobs of yours
Stranger: and then i started the lick your meat it was so tender and soft
Stranger: and i ate out your ass hole
You: umm good. I moan and start to rub my breast. You nibble on my nipples.
Stranger: and the i pulled down my pants and u gave me the best blowjob ever and my dick was so wet and ur pussy to so i stuck my dick in there and u stareted screaming
You: I screamed "MY TURN, BITCH" and ripped your dick out of my ass.
Stranger: What?
You: I PUNCH YOU IN THE MOUTH, AND WHIP OUT MY HUGE PULSATING MEMBER AND RAM IT DEEP INTO YOUR RECTUM!
Stranger: What the fuck?!? freak!!
You: I SAVAGELY RAPE YOU LIKE THE THE DISGUSTING LITTLE FAGGOT YOU ARE! I FUCK YOU UNTIL YOUR ANUS BLEEDS!
Your conversational partner has disconnected.
You’re now chatting with a random stranger. Say hi!
Stranger: m/f
You: f
You: u?
You: f 17 NY city
You: how about you??
Stranger: 18 m nj
Stranger: u gotta facebook
You: cool
You: uh huh
You: cybersex?
Stranger: yea sure if u want
Stranger: can i add u
You: dyou wnna start?
You: if you make me cum:D
Stranger: ok ok u gotta web came babe
You: nope make sumthng up
You: a horny story
You: with me + u
Stranger: i had this dream about u once
You: i think i had that 2
Stranger: and we were in bed cuddling each other
Stranger: and i took off your clothese and stareted sucking on those big boobs of yours
Stranger: and then i started the lick your meat it was so tender and soft
Stranger: and i ate out your ass hole
You: umm good. I moan and start to rub my breast. You nibble on my nipples.
Stranger: and the i pulled down my pants and u gave me the best blowjob ever and my dick was so wet and ur pussy to so i stuck my dick in there and u stareted screaming
You: I screamed "MY TURN, BITCH" and ripped your dick out of my ass.
Stranger: What?
You: I PUNCH YOU IN THE MOUTH, AND WHIP OUT MY HUGE PULSATING MEMBER AND RAM IT DEEP INTO YOUR RECTUM!
Stranger: What the fuck?!? freak!!
You: I SAVAGELY RAPE YOU LIKE THE THE DISGUSTING LITTLE FAGGOT YOU ARE! I FUCK YOU UNTIL YOUR ANUS BLEEDS!
Your conversational partner has disconnected.
by George McBob January 14, 2011
Get the trollplay mug.That awkward moment that occurs when a group of guys and a girl are talking and the topic of conversation turns to girls and their pros and cons, male health issues or other topics best kept among men. Someone then realises that there is, in fact, a female present. An embarrased silence then follows. This is a Hermione Moment.
It is named after the many scenes in the Harry Potter series when Harry and Ron forget that their friend Hermione is actually a girl.
It is named after the many scenes in the Harry Potter series when Harry and Ron forget that their friend Hermione is actually a girl.
Steve: Man, Jessica has a nice pair of...
<Dave elbows Steve hard in the ribs>
Steve: er.. Hi Teresa! Um, what do you think of Jessica's... er...
Dave: Dude, Hermione Moment!
<Dave elbows Steve hard in the ribs>
Steve: er.. Hi Teresa! Um, what do you think of Jessica's... er...
Dave: Dude, Hermione Moment!
by George McBob April 21, 2009
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by George McBob September 17, 2010
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The owner of the outfit will arrange hunting packages with a disreputable travel agent, and give a "hunting safari" to unsuspecting overseas tourists. When the tourists arrive he awes them with campfire stories and gets them drunk on mampoer. The next day the hunt begins. The guides lead the tourists on a convoluted bundu bash around the tiny 100 hectare game farm in such a way that they think it's a lot bigger than it actually is, while pretending to track a lion. Meanwhile, the owner goes off to a game auction and buys a fleabitten, malnourished captive-bred lion. On the last day of the hunt, they finally "find" the lion (which was released from the owner's truck half an hour before). The tourists then shoot their lion, get lots of photos taken, fork out bucket-loads of cash and fly home feeling really macho.
The owner of the outfit will arrange hunting packages with a disreputable travel agent, and give a "hunting safari" to unsuspecting overseas tourists. When the tourists arrive he awes them with campfire stories and gets them drunk on mampoer. The next day the hunt begins. The guides lead the tourists on a convoluted bundu bash around the tiny 100 hectare game farm in such a way that they think it's a lot bigger than it actually is, while pretending to track a lion. Meanwhile, the owner goes off to a game auction and buys a fleabitten, malnourished captive-bred lion. On the last day of the hunt, they finally "find" the lion (which was released from the owner's truck half an hour before). The tourists then shoot their lion, get lots of photos taken, fork out bucket-loads of cash and fly home feeling really macho.
Bystander #1 at Joburg airport:
Look at those yanks in their safari gear. Isn't it pathetic?
Bystander #2:
I bet they're on a canned hunting trip.
Look at those yanks in their safari gear. Isn't it pathetic?
Bystander #2:
I bet they're on a canned hunting trip.
by George McBob April 29, 2009
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