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An impish, creepy little man who enjoys irritating a person to no end by skipping circles around a person, (usually while they're walking) all the while singing bad irish pub-songs, & sea shanties, & being impossible to catch by the person he's annoying.
Bill: Ok ok, HA HA. Cut it out, you're annoying me, & you almost tripped me.
Slippery Irish Skip-Devil (skipping): "Now Fiddlerâs Green is a place I heard tell, where the fishermen go if they donât go to hell"
Bill: Enough! Shut up, you crazy little bastard!!
Slippery Irish Skip-Devil (skipping): "Where skies are all clear and the dolphins do play, and the cold coast of Greenland is far, far away!"
Bill: AAAAAAAAAAARRRRRRRRRGGGGGGGGHHHHH!!!!
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A small fishing-tackle store that once existed in Clifton, New Jersey, that was actually called "Bill's Tackle Shop." The store was owned by an old man named Bill, who had a horrifyingly huge, and severely injured & damaged nose that looked like it was most likely smashed with a brick, used as a pin-cushion and possibly afflicted with some hideous, degenerative disease. How something like this could happen to a man's nose remains a mystery shrouded in darkness.
Those who entered the store and encountered Bill, and his offensively grotesque, mutant-nose, would become so paralyzed with utter shock & disgust at the very sight of the vile atrocity, they would immediately forget what they had originally came into the store for in the first place, turn around, and leave. As they would drive home, it often became commonplace to theorize with friends on how Bill's nose could have possibly become such a mangled, foul abomination, leading to the shop being unofficially renamed by it's customers to include the mention of Bill's (insert adjective here) nose in the shop's name, again and again. The first of the new names being "Bill's Busted Nose & Tackle."
Bill's "Busted" Nose & Tackle Shop
Hey, wanna go to Bill's Busted Nose & Tackle before we head to the pond?
What time does Bill's Leprosy-eroded Nose & Tackle close on Sundays?
I was at Bill's Ghastly Nose-Injury & Tackle, and nearly vomited when Bill asked if I needed any help.
You know something? Bill's Nose IS Tackle!
Bill's Putrefied Nose Remains & Tackle's business will continue to suffer until Bill has his nose surgically removed.
Sadly, Bill's Perforated, Disintegrate Nose & Tackle closed down for good last month.
A suspiciously normal looking fellow, who cannot understand why he is called 'Jurassic Dork.'
He becomes embarrassed, & responds angrily to people who ask him about his name, & then runs off -- uncannily mimicking the way a Velociraptor would run.
Bill: Hey, what's up, Jurassic Dork? Why do they call you that?
Jurassic Dork: <sigh> I really don't know! Now leave me alone, you asshole! (runs off in typical raptor fashion)
Bill: (seeing this, & pointing at JD) WAHAHAHAHAAAA!!
A sex-practice involving one party blowing into the opening of the penis (as with inflating a balloon) until the scrotum begins to inflate. It is then held there until climax is reached, at which time, the party releases the hold, & the air.
*WARNING: Do NOT try this!
Wow, she gave me one nasty Bad Balloon; my balls nearly exploded!
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1. The act of grabbing & bending the visor, or 'peak' portion of a baseball cap someone is wearing the wrong way, as if bending a duck's bill, upward, while yelling: 'FURNGG' into their face for added annoyance.
2. What is yelled when grabbing & bending the visor portion of a baseball cap someone is wearing the wrong way.
<Frank (with an evil grin, & hand outstretched) approaches Bill, who is wearing his brand-new Yankee cap.>
Bill: Don't even think about it, Frank! This is my new Yankee hat I just bought at the new Yankee Stadium, and I don't want it ruined!
Frank: OK, OK, no problem, bud. (Frank begins to turn & walk away, but then suddenly turns back, and violently grabs the visor part of Bill's new Yankee cap.)
Bill: HEYYY!!!! DON'T!!!!
Frank: FURNNG!!!!