Yet another fanciful term - aren't there a lot of 'em? - for a woman's genitalia. Popularized(?) by Terry Southern's pointedly purple and over-the-top (but, IMO, somewhat overrated) 1958 book "Candy". (Imagine Henry Miller writing "Tropic of Cancer" on crack and Spanish Fly...and an empty stomach)
She's got a lamb-pit wetter than this rainforest we're slogging through.
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A person possessing a tendency to prepare holiday food dishes that run against the accepted wisdom of what is expected (particularly Thanksgiving and Christmas).
Friend: So, you're gonna cook for Thanksgiving?
Me: Nope, no turkey. Got a chicken in the oven.
Friend: Like a true contravore. Am I invited?
A Macintosh user who is still using Mac OS X "Panther", in spite of their being two newer versions (Tiger, Leopard)
Pal: Hey, you load up Leopard on your machine yet?
Me: Nope...I'm Mr. Three Cats Back!
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A Macintosh user who is still using Mac OS X "Panther", in spite of there now being two newer versions (Tiger, Leopard)
Pal: Hey, you load up Leopard on your machine yet?
Me: Nope...you can call me Mr. Three Cats Back!
Variation on "in his cups" (i.e. inebriated): someone so concentrated/"zoned" on whatever message(s) coming forth from his/her BlackBerry/iPhone/Android device that literally everything else surrounding them (non-virtually-speaking) is reduced to literal background noise. Commonly encountered on the street, on public transport, or even in a bar.
Bill: Hey, Roger...Roger? Earth to Roger?
Roger: Um...yeah?
George: Never mind Rog, he's in his BlackBerry again.