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(n.) (pl.) A term that often refers to the most advanced stage of pubic lice. However, Sabretooth Crotch Crickets (SCCs) are a seperate (but related) secies.
SCCs are found in the pubic region of exceptionally promiscuous females and males (human). While shaving and intense washing can sometimes lower the population of an SCC nest, SCCs have never been known to disappear completely within the host's lifetime. Hosts often fail to realize the severity of their condition before the number of SCC's around/on their genitalia number in the high teens or more.
SCCs, occasionally described as miniature Hercules Beetles, have proportianlly large pincers; however these can vary in configuration from cricket to cricket.
When provoked (rough sex will do it), SCCs often emit a low-volume hissing or buzzing sound to warn of a painful attack (the onset of this sound is in fact when many affected people first realize that something is horribly wrong down south--otherwise, SCCs do not usually draw attention to themselves and can be quite reclusive). This sound is regularly exaggerated by people unfamiliar with SCCs, because it's damn funny if someone else has them but you don't.
Dude #1: "Yeah, I'm going over by *girl's name*'s apartment tonight...I think it's gonna be a wild time..."
Dude #2: "Don't do it, seriously! Tony told me he was gonna hit that sheeit one time and there wuz SCCs all up in it"
Dude #1: "What the ? are SCCs? You just playin' right?"
Dude #2: "I thought you knew...it means Sabretooth Crotch Crickets, man! Back off the nasty 'tang, bro!"
Dude #1: "Aw DAMN! I thought I was gonna git me some tonight...thanks for the heads up though."
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A combination of shiver me timbers and jiminy cricket. Used when someone is very confused and surprised at the same time. Thus leading them to confuse the sayings shiver me timbers and jiminy cricket.
Cricket me jimbers! Where am I and how did I get here?
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Brockian Ultra-Cricket
Although it has been said that on Earth alone in our Galaxy is Krikkit (or cricket) treated as fit subject for a game, and that for this reason the Earth has been shunned, this does only apply to our Galaxy, and more specifically to our dimension. In some of the higher dimensions they feel they can more or less please themselves, and have been playing a peculiar game called Brockian Ultra-Cricket for whatever their transdimensional equivalent of billions of years is.
Lets be blunt, it's a nasty game, but anyone who has been to the higher dimensions will know that they're a pretty nasty heathen lot up there who should just be smashed and done in, and would be, too, if anyone could work out a way of firing missiles at right-angles to reality.
The rules to the game of Brockian Ultra-cricket, as played in the higher dimensions are strange and inexplicable. A full set of the rules is so massively complicated that the only time they were all bound together to form a single volume, they underwent gravitational collapse and became a black hole.
A brief summary, however, is as follows:
Rule One:
Grow at least three extra legs. You won't need them, but it keeps the crowds amused.
Rule Two:
Find one good Brockian Ultra-Cricket player and clone him off a few times. This saves an enormous amount of tedious selection and training.
Rule Three:
Put your team and the opposing team in a large field and build a high wall round them.
The reason for this is that, though the game is a major spectator sport, the frustration experienced by the audience at not actually being able to see what's going on leads them to imagine that it's a lot more exciting than it actually is. A crowd that has just watched a rather humdrum game experiences far less life-affirmation than a crowd that believes it has just missed the most dramatic event in sporting history.
Rule Four:
Throw lots of assorted items of sporting equipment over the walls for the players. Anything will do - cricket bats, basecube bats, tennis guns, skis, anything you can get a good swing with.
Rule five:
The players should now lay about themselves for all they are worth with whatever they find to hand. Whenever a player scores a 'hit' on another player, he should immediately run away and apologize from a safe distance.
Apologies should be concise, sincere and, for maximum clarity and points, delivered through a megaphone.
Rule Six:
The winning team shall be the first team that wins.
Curiously enough, the more the obsession with the game grows in the higher dimensions, the less it is actually played, since most of the competing teams are now in a state of permanent warfare with each other over the interpretation of these rules. This is all for the best, because in the long run a good solid war is less psychologically damaging than protacted game of Brockian Ultra-Cricket
-- Douglas Adams
on earth we play as follows...
>hey (insert friend's name here), let's play some brockian ultra cricket!
>OK
>there's that loser Jacob
>hahaha
Proceed to punch person (i.e. Jacob) on shoulder, usually. then runaway. he says something like "WTF!". then, as his back is turned, your friend does the same thing you did. Continue until he runs away!
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A team which is always looses to India in worldcup!
Pakistan cricket team has lost all the WC matches till date and that is not going to change for next 100 years ! It's a team which has many fixers and disgrace to world cricket!
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A game consisting mostly of beating others over the head with any sort of object with which one can get a fairly good heft.
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a spangled, hiccuping skanky frau with a gross need of aromatherapy
Dude, hold your breath! I passed by this yeasty cricket earlier and about lost my falafel.
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Pretty self explanatory really. Usually with the handle end, but for extreme hardcore you can give the wood a go. The grip on the handle can pose a problem to entry, but excessive use of Vaseline should do the trick. Note: Can be voluntary or involuntary.
Kittow put down another catch so the team embarked in some recreational cricket bat penetration. (Involuntary penetration)
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