A mooning assault on innocent pedestrians or drivers. An assault occurs when the passengers bare their bottoms out of a car window whilst slapping their bare cheeks making loud noises. The driver will normally honk his horn to gain the victims’ attention.
There are a few types of drive by moonings. A regular drive by mooning will be a prearranged assault on a selected location. Mooning hotspots are places where large amounts of people congregate for maximum eyeful of bum.
Another type is the spontaneous mooning. This occurs on people out walking. The driver will slow to allow the mooners to disrobe as they rush to bare their bottoms before the target is reached.
Another form is the double bum offensive. This is when there is more than 1 passenger in the car. 2 people allows for both sides of the car to be covered allowing for mooning on the port or starboard sides.
If 1 passenger is in the shotgun position (front passenger seat) it allows targets to be greeted by 2 sets of shit cannons (bums) if the target is on the correct side of the car. 1 bottom from the front and 1 from the back. When 2 bottoms are bared, this is referred to as a 'Full Moon'.
There are occasions especially on a spontaneous moon that the mooners will not be able to get their pants down in time for a full-on 100% moon. If the mooners are unable to open the window in time or fully expose their bottoms, this is known as a 'Half Moon'. A half moon is regarded as a FAIL in the mooning community.
"I was happily drinking outside the pub when I heard a car honking. I turned around to find that I had been drive by mooned"
"I was eating my hotdog quite contently until I looked up and saw a car. Low and behold, I was the victim of a full moon. The full moon reminds me of cheese so I went an gorged myself on some full blown cheddar and now I'm the size of a garden shed. That full moon made me obsese!"
"It's unbelievable. I got an eyeful of some chaps shit cannon as I was walking my dog. It's the first drive by mooning I've ever been a victim of. It made me so mad that I choked my dog half to death."
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A extremely racist character from the popular western themed video game, Red Dead Redemption.
He constantly talks in third person.
He can be located in a town called armadillo, he runs the general store.
Please note that said general store does NOT sell his famous
"Jew Traps".
"I don't like Jews. Or colored folk. Or natives, now that you mention it...I bet you like Catholics. Can't stand them either. Nor women, Fabians, Socialists, homosexuals, Asians, or British."
— Quote from Herbert Moon
Herbert Moon may be found randomly fighting Native Americans in the forest. This usually ends with him getting shot.
Herbert usually shouts "I'm Herbert Mooooooon!!!" Whenever appropriate. To him, anyway. These occasions include, but are not limited to:
Being robbed
Threatened at knife/gunpoint
While burning to death
After catching you cheating at poker.
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A wondahhful song from the movie Breakfast at Tiffanys:
Moon River
wider than a mile
i'm crossing you in style
someday
oh dream maker
you heart breaker
wherever you're going
i'm going your way
two drifters
off to see the world
theres such a lot of world
to see
we're after the same
rainbows end
waiting round the bend
my huckleberry friend
moon river and me
"Hey, are you singing Moon River?"
"Ya, I love that song"
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I rather unique individual, often described as being slightly crazy and over emotional. Moonchildren sometimes say strange things, but hey, thats how a Moon Child rolls!
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pee moon is a moon not made of cheese but of pee
"dude i swear to god, that moon is made of piss!!!"
the dude: "yeah i know bro, it's a....PEE MOON!!!!"
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be (or jump) over the moon - be very happy.
feeling, showing, or expressing extreme joy; very pleased
This person was lean and brown, his eyes were extremely clear; he held himself very straight and looked fit to be over the moon. (J. Galsworthy, ‘The Little Man and Other Stories’, ‘The Perfect One’
‘It's only a few weeks since you were over the moon about Davina.’ ‘Well, now I'm not.’ (P. H. Johnson, ‘The Survival of the Fittest’, part VI, ch. V)