Marie: "So did you and Robbie get it on last night?"
Tabatha: "Yes we did. And with a robcock like that, he won't even have to leave his house next time, I'll just order in."
Tabatha: "Yes we did. And with a robcock like that, he won't even have to leave his house next time, I'll just order in."
by Whiskey Drinker Me January 11, 2010

The scurge of the American workplace. A highly addictive spyware application disguised as a game, in which you build and upgrade your "farm" and hire people to harvest and plow for you, as well as get hired to harvest and plow for others. You earn "coins" for crops sold, and you can "buy" things from a "store" with the earned coins. You can also hang out at the market and chat if you can stand to see the little beggars degrading themselves all for a few fake coins to buy fake merchandise. This app can be found on Facebook or Myspace.
Not to be confused with FarmVille, a similar, but more complex version of the same concept.
Not to be confused with FarmVille, a similar, but more complex version of the same concept.
1. Robin spent all her time playing Farmtown at work, and was taken by surprise when the clients starting pulling their accounts for non-compliance.
2. Why does my computer keep giving me an error message when I try to access my IE? It must be that damn Farmtown app I downloaded last week. I'm deleting that shit!
2. Why does my computer keep giving me an error message when I try to access my IE? It must be that damn Farmtown app I downloaded last week. I'm deleting that shit!
by Whiskey Drinker Me January 07, 2010

A person who, for reasons yet unknown, will always spend no less than 30 minutes in the bathroom, no matter what they originally went in to do. You can always tell who's going camping in the shitter, as they will usually be carrying a "survival kit", which includes at least one of the following; a crossword book, a newspaper, a magazine, or in extreme cases, a sandwich.
If I'd have known that Jared was a bathroom camper, I would've tried to get first dibs on the thrown.
by Whiskey Drinker Me January 12, 2010

As opposed to the "bar fly", a female who will be seen as a regular in any given drinking establishment, the BAR FROG is not only seen in the bar on a regular basis, but she is usually hopping from table to table (or stool to stool) in hopes of mooching a drink from any guy who she deems as an easy target. Once she has exhausted her welcome, she will move on to the next victim, and remain until her resources are used up, or she passes out at the bar or table.
Lynn became known as the local bar frog down at Rikki's Tavern when she developed the habit of moving from chair to chair and hitting on any man that would buy her a drink.
by Whiskey Drinker Me December 02, 2009

Any of various types of clothing, but usually denim jeans, which have worn out to the point that they have holes in them.
Mom said we were going to church, and that I should wear my holy garments, so I picked out my worn out blue jeans and an old tee-shirt with moth holes in it.
by Whiskey Drinker Me January 11, 2010

by Whiskey Drinker Me January 04, 2010

Taken from the name given to the original Human Beatbox, DJ Doctor Nice from 1980's Rap Group, The Fatboyz. In it's verb form, it is meant to define the act of "spitting" by pursing the lips and blowing in short bursts as if playing a trumpet, producing a sound (when done correctly) similar to the beat of a bass drum, as well as other percussion instruments. A truly gifted human beatbox (noun form) can produce a wide variety of percussion audio using only his mouth and cupping his hands in various manners to "fine tune" the effect. "Spitting" was not the only manner of human beat boxing, as there were also, bleeps, hums, ticks, clicks, and claps, as well as several other wide ranges of auditory garbles. Human beatboxing went from a fad, to an art, then to a fizzle in the early 90's, when gangsta rap took over the scene and smote the art.
Ex. 1.: He's the human beatbox, so let it be known... he's the king of the beats on the microphone! Bustin' off rhymes at the top of the charts, no one can mess with his form of art.
by Whiskey Drinker Me January 06, 2010
