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In football, when a defensive player intercepts the ball and takes it all the way back to the other teams en-zone for a touchdown.
Did you see Josh's pick 6 to da crib yesterday?
Yes! It was a game winner!
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The most amazing, uber 1337 punk rawker there is. The Ubahest Mod at RE. But sorry ladies, he is attached at the moment. But, if you would like some topless pictures of him, drop me a line, although they sell like hotcakes.
Oh, yes, I do mean he IS the MOST UBER l33t hax0r dat will pwn joo and teh n00bzo0rz, and phl4m3 you to hell if you get on his nerves. He IS uberer then wozza, Kainy, and EVERY single other poster at Rarextreme.com. A perfect human being indeed.
Mako Made me scream last night. Twice.
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The sexual act of putting your nuts into a females asshole and "flipping" your dick into her pussy.
Tone flip da dick down! Clown on that ass tone!
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The supreme definition of cool. A short guy that can perform very heroic feats such as suck his own penis. I have seen it before, i have it on videotape, i have masturbated to the video. He can also orgasm for hours. I have that also on video tape.
Hey look at that hot guy, doesnt he remind u of a Waz 2 da Qaz, come on lets take off our pants and masturbate to that guy
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In A Gadda Da Vida (drunk for "In the Garden of Eden") is an early heavy metal tune that became a classic solely through its sheer, mind-numbing length and incomprehensability. At the time, this was confused for mysticism.
The lyrics are but a few mere lines of sticky sweet romanticism, totally at odds with constipated metal vocals -- the latter of which were appropriate for the time and genre, the former of which would not be appropriate under any circumstances.
A baseline and accompanying rhythm guitar that was probably funky to white boys back in those days starts the tune. For added zip the organist helps the drummer out jazzcat style.
After singing the first repetition of the lyrics, which, it must be noted, are themselves repetitive, the lead singer improvises a little with a flourished "Please take my hand!" followed by a feeling-the-moment exclamation of "guitar!"
This is of course followed by an organ solo.
What evolves from there can only be described these days as a bad horror movie incidental score, punctuated by a one man drum circle and an interperative two-finger organ recital of "We Three Kings of Orient Are."
The song wraps up with a nearly identical iteration of the lyrics. This is an important feature of the song, because, although numerous parodies have spawned over the days, perhaps the funniest thing you can do with it is carefully dub a second copy seamlessly onto the end of the first, and then a third, and so on to the length of the longest recording media you can possibly find.
The end product has the effect of driving aged stoners (the only kind you can persuade to listen to it) stark raving mad. They cannot figure out whether the song is just dragging on like they remembered it from years ago, or whether they are just really, really baked. After about a half hour (which is well under twice the length of the original song) tension levels in the room will start to rise, and you can have fun placing bets on which of them will decide they have had enough first.
God, waiting to renew your drivers license is like listening to "Ina Gadda da Vida."
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to satisfy a women in the bed room.
niggy d hit em with da flex and that girl kept beggin for some more.
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Questioning with great expression somthing somone has said.
Dude#1: dude, my ex-girlfriend got a sex change...
Dude#2: What da fuck chuck?!?!?!?
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