A lost beer you find in the fridge.
I woke up in the morning thinking I drank every ounce of alcohol the night before then SHAZAM!
Bonus beer magically appears!!!
Self-induced inner-ear technology, which allows and often leads an individual to believe they are singing at an appropriate pitch, speed, tone, and/or volume in a public location or private karaoke room and is adjusted in direct proportion to the amount of alcohol the individual has consumed.
Warning: Sometimes malfunctions and increases dissonances when more than one pair is worn in large group.
Side Note: Usually worn with beer goggles.
A: Did you hear them singing last night at karaoke?
B: Yeah, they must have had their beer-phones on. . . but, they were kinda cute, weren't they?
A: Yeah, but I had on my beer goggles.
When your Man is unraveling and too proud to address real issues, he’ll slither behind your back & dumpsterdive for HoodRats to have cheap sex. This one is a dumpy, butt- ugly, uninteresting trampy, pouchy, bobbleheaded orange-faced whore.
What could possibly be the allure — she sounds skanky?
That HoodRat is cheap. Keeps her mouth closed and legs open, and will give Blowjobs for Beer. Aka Sucks Dick for a $1
Omg that skanky HoodRat is embarrassing! No wonder he keeps her hidden. He can do way better than that! Yeah, she’s just a temporary distraction now —he’s got money problems. She’s annoying and smells like a DP too but she’ll give Blowjobs for Beer. Sucks Dick for a $1
A second refridgerator in a house, usually kept in the basement or garage.
There's another six pack in the beer fridge downstairs.
1. when a friend buys another friend a beer to make up for a wrongdoing.
2. to make amends with a friend who was insulted, let down, or wronged by buying them a beer.
Paul bought Kevin a makeup beer to show that he was sorry for forgetting to invite him to his party last weekend
When your skulling a beer next to your mates exhaust and he revs the engine and blows soot all over your face
I got beer dusted by my mates Ute last weekend and it was fucking mint.
The body's physiological response to a prolonged period between alcoholic beverages.
Traffic was a bitch...if it took any longer to get to this drinking establishment Chris was going to experience some serious beer rage.