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a wooden bowl
a plastic water bottle and a paper towel rowle
oatmeal container?
When you hear this on a medicine ad, you're done for.
'Buy Your Mom's anti cry pills for your entire family! This may contain side effects...'
"W-w-w-what are t-they?"
'DEATH'
AAA DONT DO THAT
a greedy vagina that has had more than one penis inside of it
"That girl vagina was like a sharps container. I'm never going back in that one."
A room made up of almost exclusively middle aged white people.
guy 1: Did you see the pics from the MTG lecture last Friday?
guy 2: Yeah, it was a total cracker containment zone.
Refers to the pathetically-selfish practice of a miser’s offering a naïve fellow human one or more huge trash bags full of returnable containers as payment for his running one or more errands and/or performing some task around the shyster’s house or property, only for the hapless workman to later discover that the bags merely contain a comparatively few very large (i.e., gallon and/or 2-/3-liter) plastic containers, rather than the logically-expected “haul” of many dozens of ordinary-sized glass/plastic drink-bottles and aluminum beverage-cans; he is thus being paid only a small fraction of the “apparent reimbursement” that the gigantic bulging bags had “implied”.
I always insist on either “counting through” bags of bottles/cans before accepting them as payment for something, or having clear-plastic sacks be used to bag up the returnables, so that I can actually see the size/type/number of the containers inside the bags, and thus be more sure of getting the approximate reimbursement that I’ve been led to believe I’d be receiving as my end of the deal... there are waaaay too many advantage-takers out there who are eager to try to pull the ol' "super-size returnable-container swindle" on people like me.
The theory that if you own a pair of pants, everything inside it is yours. If someone wears your pair of pants, all the things inside the pants at that time, including their butt, belong to the pants owner.
According to pants containment theory, you're borrowing my pants therefore that's my butt.
This CLASSIC party game is exactly what it sounds like. Someone fills up the biggest container to be found with some form of alcohol. The first player chugs from it until satisfied, and then pronounces, "WOW, that was a big container!" Generally, people accentuate the word "big" so that people understand that it is a big container. The player then passes the container to the next person and play continues until the container is empty. Only then does everyone say in unison, "WOW, that was a big container!"
Dude, let's bust out the big container tonight.
I've been waiting all week for some big container.