Cucumberobert

When you are heavily sedated with psilocybin mushrooms and become aware of the phallic, overly-masculine characteristics of the English cucumber. The dark, cumbersome cucumber has no business laying with the comforting, flamboyant mango. Therefore, he is Cucumberobert.

Bro: Oh my god, you’ve been eating Cucumberobert!
Dude: He’s just Bert now.

Cornolio

When you're zoning out and picking at your hair and you find a small ball of who-knows-what lying upon your scalp. You then proceed to take this grain-sized ball that you found in the depths of your most-likey greasy hair and squish it in between your two thumbnails-- until it flattens like a pancake. This is what true satisfaction feels like.

You, picking your head, just zoning out: Was that text I sent Joey too much or--- holy shit what is that? Oh my god, it's a cornolio. Let me just squeeze it between my thumbnails-- YES! I don't care about Joey, I now know true satisfaction. I've been a bad bitch my whole life.