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1) Someone whose ribcage you'd like to tear open with the claw end of a hammer so you can defecate in his chest cavity.
2) Somebody who should have his head nailed to the floor while being sodomized with a cheesecloth-sack full of a thousand angry bees.
Zeke: My request for a new chair was rejected because of that sick twisted disturbed fuck. I tell ya, someone ought to force him at gunpoint to face-fuck a wild boar.
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Interjection of choice of the Ding. On a bad day fully 75% of what she has to say will consist of "um."
Ding: Um, did you see my book?
Clyde: What was it called?
Ding: Um, I don't remember. Um, bye!
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A portmanteau (compound word) connoting a "Skape twat."
Holy Christ, the skwat's really reekin' today. Must be usin' that mint Ben-Gay as perfume again.
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Short for synapse lapse. In a phone call or voice-mail from the Ding, the lapse in time between "Hello" and the point at which the actual message begins. A synlapse is signalled by a drawn-out um.
The length of a synlapse depends on the complexity of the message, which determines how long it will take the Ding's electron-size brain to fit the information together coherently enough to convey it.
The average length of a synlapse is 45 seconds, during which boredom-induced drooling may commence in the unfortunate recipient of the voice-mail.
The message the Ding left for Zeke lasted two and a half minutes, two minutes of which consisted of a particularly mind-numbing synlapse.
Not a regular chip, it's a Muncho.
It's a regular chip, not a Muncho!
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An edible piece of drywall that comes complete with a spackle spread, packaged like a Cheese & Crackers.
"Hey Cletus, pass some of that there Smackdacky over here."
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A cheap, anal retentive moron who runs a mid-sized company. Insinuates himself into every little thing. Refuses to spend money to improve the firm but complains that things don't get done. Masturbates to the junk mail he gets. Also sick twisted disturbed fuck.
Daisy Mae: Do we have any diskettes?
Zeke: We used to. I was told by management we weren't using what we had so I couldn't get my order for more approved.
Daisy Mae: What a sick twisted fuck.
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