PoopyPoo's definitions
by PoopyPoo March 30, 2005
Get the the atarismug. 
Chemical formula HCl. A substance without which you'd die (for not being able to digest food) but which, if consumed, would probably kill you.
by PoopyPoo June 3, 2005
Get the hydrochloric acidmug. Seriously. Has nobody ever told these brainless celebrity twats that there exists a garment called BRASSIERE? What kinds of exhibitionist morons go around wearing clothes which might reveal a private body part at any given moment, anyway?
by PoopyPoo July 18, 2008
Get the nip slipmug. by PoopyPoo December 16, 2004
Get the Check it outmug. - George W. protects the freedom and liberty of America.
- You do realize that's patent bullshit, don't you.
- You do realize that's patent bullshit, don't you.
by PoopyPoo May 20, 2005
Get the patentmug. This fucking country's lost its grip
Subconscious hold begins to slip
The scales of justice tend to tip
The legal system has no spine
It's corroding from inside
Slap your hand you'll do no time
Reality on vacation
All across a blinded nation
Mentality under sedation
Anyone can be set free
On a technicality
Explain the law again to me
Here in 1994
Things are different than before
Violence is what we adore
Invitation to the game
Guns and blades and media fame
Every day more of the same
Murder, mayhem, anarchy
Now are all done legally
Mastermind your killing spree
Unafraid of punishment
With a passive government
There's nothing for you to regret
Nothing to regret
Unimposing policy
No enforcing ministry
Gaping with judicial flaws
Watching a fading nation crawl
Clashing with the public's frame
I'm the one that's place in fame
Legislature sets the stage
Social slaves caught in my rage
Administrative anarchy
There's nothing you can do to me
The world around you drifting to a
Continental tomb you see
Violence is my passion
I will never be contained
Living with aggression
And its everlasting reign
Subconscious hold begins to slip
The scales of justice tend to tip
The legal system has no spine
It's corroding from inside
Slap your hand you'll do no time
Reality on vacation
All across a blinded nation
Mentality under sedation
Anyone can be set free
On a technicality
Explain the law again to me
Here in 1994
Things are different than before
Violence is what we adore
Invitation to the game
Guns and blades and media fame
Every day more of the same
Murder, mayhem, anarchy
Now are all done legally
Mastermind your killing spree
Unafraid of punishment
With a passive government
There's nothing for you to regret
Nothing to regret
Unimposing policy
No enforcing ministry
Gaping with judicial flaws
Watching a fading nation crawl
Clashing with the public's frame
I'm the one that's place in fame
Legislature sets the stage
Social slaves caught in my rage
Administrative anarchy
There's nothing you can do to me
The world around you drifting to a
Continental tomb you see
Violence is my passion
I will never be contained
Living with aggression
And its everlasting reign
by PoopyPoo May 14, 2005
Get the Dittoheadmug.