esculent

The quality of being a comestible.

SEE COMESTIBLE... Noob.

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base

Something which all is belong to Cats. The bomb has been set up, and they must take off every zig for great justice because they know what they doing.

How are you gentlemen?

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bumflap

It's underwear. Is there anything else to know?

I lost my bumflap, where could it be!

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TnT

A yellow crystalline compound, CH3C6H2(NO2)3, used mainly as a high explosive.

trinitrotoluene

TNT is used for blowing stuff up.

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assjacket

No word is safe from the word 'ass.' Examples are asshat, assjacket, asspants, assglasses, assscarf, assassin, asslick, asshole, assimilate, assfuck, asshead, asspacket, associated, assymetrical, and the ever-popular assmaster.

You're such an assjacket!
What an asshat!
ASSHOLE!!!
Those different looking things are assymetrical.
I chose to be an assassin on this RPG.
Wanna assfuck?

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rats off to ya

A spoof of the popular term "Hats off to ya".

"Rats off to ya, Tom Peters!"

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to be or not to be

A quote from William Shakespeare's famous play, Hamlet.

To be, or not to be: that is the question:
Whether 'tis nobler in the mind to suffer
The slings and arrows of outrageous fortune,
Or to take arms against a sea of troubles,
And by opposing end them? To die: to sleep;
No more; and by a sleep to say we end
The heart-ache and the thousand natural shocks
That flesh is heir to, 'tis a consummation
Devoutly to be wish'd. To die, to sleep;
To sleep: perchance to dream: ay, there's the rub;
For in that sleep of death what dreams may come
When we have shuffled off this mortal coil,
Must give us pause: there's the respect
That makes calamity of so long life;
For who would bear the whips and scorns of time,
The oppressor's wrong, the proud man's contumely,
The pangs of despised love, the law's delay,
The insolence of office and the spurns
That patient merit of the unworthy takes,
When he himself might his quietus make
With a bare bodkin? who would fardels bear,
To grunt and sweat under a weary life,
But that the dread of something after death,
The undiscover'd country from whose bourn
No traveller returns, puzzles the will
And makes us rather bear those ills we have
Than fly to others that we know not of?
Thus conscience does make cowards of us all;
And thus the native hue of resolution
Is sicklied o'er with the pale cast of thought,
And enterprises of great pith and moment
With this regard their currents turn awry,
And lose the name of action. - Soft you now!
The fair Ophelia! Nymph, in thy orisons
Be all my sins remember'd.

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