When one basketball gets wedgied on the hoop, and so you shoot another ball at it, and happen to somehow make both balls.
Me: Dude, Michael. Did you see Doug the other day? He nailed the elusive double-bitch.
Michael: Damn. Doug is a real hooper.
A Canadian that is even more of typical Canadian.
Me: Michael, Northenlion is no Canadian; he's Cana Dian.
Michael: How about Justin Bieber?
Me: Definitely.
Me: Yo, Mike. Did you see Doug hire those Puerto Ricans to shoot up Jose's club? That shit was donly.
Me: Yo Doug.
Doug: What it is?
Me: My sister brought a Hoese home last night. She was moaning hella loud. Ruined my game of COD.
Doug: Damn.
Me: Yo Mike, Dougie's comin over tonight. We gon be sippin on that Cogney. You in?
Mike: Hell yeah. I love Henny.
A prostitute that vanishes gets the money up front and vanishes.
Me: Mike, I brought a prostitute back home last night, and after she got her money, she disappeared.
Mike: That was no prostitute. That was a Hoedini.
An onomatopoeia you say to insinuate somebody is whipped.
Me: Hey, Juan. Come hang out at the arcade with me tomorrow.
Juan: I can't, man. The wife wants me to take her dad to the airport tomorrow.
Me: Whapeesh. (Makes whipping gesture with my hand)