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poom

Someone with low self esteem, who fixes his insecurity problem by posting false definitions of his CS name on an unofficial dictionary.

by AnOnymous March 31, 2003

18πŸ‘ 83πŸ‘Ž


poom

a very sexy chick magnet

by AnOnymous March 23, 2003

10πŸ‘ 72πŸ‘Ž


Kohnert

A big pussy

QUIT baiting me Kohnert

by AnOnymous September 10, 2003

3πŸ‘ 4πŸ‘Ž


kiss

snogging,macking,meeting,frenchin',lip lovin', gentle lip rubbin', hubba hubba hubbin'.

~Listen, you can't snog her if she's passed out man.~
~Lets go mack in the back seat~
~I don't french. I Italian.~
~Hey baby, lets make some sweet sweet lip lovin'~
*afterwards* ~HUBBA HUBBA HUBBA~

by AnOnymous March 29, 2003

104πŸ‘ 84πŸ‘Ž


hrrb

Hrrb is an onomatopoeia that a tomato makes while existing. It is distinct from other such tomato onomatopoeiae like 'sqwirsch' and 'splat', in that they are made specifically from actions involving the deformation, up to and including destruction of the tomato, whereas 'hrrb' is simply the sound a tomato makes while in an existentially stable state. Situations where one could reasonably expect to observe a tomato emitting this onomatopoeia are: while growing healthily on its vine; sitting in the produce aisle waiting to be bought; ripening on a window sill; sitting on a cutting board prior to, but not including throughout, or after culinary preparation. Pronunciation is homophonous to 'herb', which coincidentally, are ideal complements to most tomato-based dishes. As it is much like a low humming sound, when tomatoes are in large quantities their onomatopoeiae will bleed into one another, creating an unsettling dull roar within their immediate vicinity.

Tomato: "hrrb hrrb"

Tomatoes: "hrrrbrrbrrbrrbrrbrrbrrbrrbrrb"

by AnOnymous September 14, 2013


winfactorize

the ack of winfactoring in the future tense

by AnOnymous June 22, 2003


ben dover

A common name used in a crank call.

"Hello, I'm looking for a man whose last name is Dover, first name Ben."
"Just one second... Hey, is there a Ben Dover here? Hey, Ben Dover!"
"With pleasure, lunchmeat!"
"Ahhhh!"
"Hahahahah"
"Listen here, you punk. If I ever find out where you live, you are going to have a belly full of rusty knives."

by AnOnymous May 15, 2003

375πŸ‘ 178πŸ‘Ž