A huge motherfucker with gigantic muscles that could fuck up anyone that doesn't take steroids and go to the gym 6 days a week.
Look at Alfalfa, he is one huge motherfucking brick shit house.
A person that eagerly tries to get the ball rolling on your house warming party. House warming activists are very tenacious and often ask you 'when is your house warming party?' every day.
Duder 1: "Dude you moved in like 2 days ago! He's already asking you about that?"
Duder 2: "Yea dude I see him every day at lunch and the first thing he says is 'When's your house warming?'."
Duder 1: "Damn son! You got yourself a house warming activist right there."
Originally referred to ball players who play basketball in house slippers, moccasins, and booties.
"I'm a house shoe balla kid, I could ball you up rockin my slippers"
Meaning they got in the house fair using no tools and they own it for the night or two
I caught this house it's caught now it is mine
Expression describing the dismantling of the deeply corrupt and inefficient US prison industrial system.
Let’s get started burning down the house to start saving the US taxpayers gigantic boatloads of money.
the school that has gum everywhere and people are not allowed to play on their phones because all the teachers are not nice.
tanbridge house school is shit
A song by Rob Zombie from his album, The Sinister Urge. It is also the theme song to the movie he later directed. While the musical portion of the song is fairly simple, it is most notable for beginning and ending with what sound like various television or radio broadcasts detailing the carnage inside the house, with lines like "Police have identified four victims, and plan on more than just the four for the charges filed today", as well as "...a large kettle on the stove which held boiled body parts..." It is also peppered with various screams, sounds of chainsaws, and the occasional eerie voice. Overall, it is the type of song that one would not want to first listen to alone in a dark room.
First Gentleman: "I do say, my good man, what music shall I select to be played during my dinner social this evening? I have looked at various selections, but I must say that they all reek of feces -- metaphorically, of course."
Second Gentlemen: "Why, I do believe I have just the song! You must have heard of musical virtuoso Robert Cummings, commonly known as Rob Zombie. His song, "House of 1000 Corpses", is just the kind of background music for your own cannibalistic proceedings tonight!"
First Gentlemen: "Oh, Winston, you know me only too well. Of course I shall play that song again! I will be sure to save some sweetbreads for you this time; I know how you do like those exquisite bits of human goodness."