Named for the gas station, the pronunciation of SO or S.O., referring to your significant other.
You can bring a guest to the party...boyfriend, girlfriend, sister, spouse, wife, Esso, cousin, whatever...
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One who cuts through a convenience-store parking lot at a red light in an effort to avoid waiting for it to turn green.
That guy is a real esso-asso, but I guess he shaved a few seconds off his commute time!
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In the early day's exlusively gay men worked at Esso stations.
As same-sex love was strictly forbidden before color was invented a series of elaborate and obscuring jargon was developed. The Esso Tiger was and still is slang for the phallus. Stroking each others Esso Tigers was the most common after-hours activity in the black and white Era.
"So John, our long work day pumping gas is over and oogling Roger More is over! Please will you let me stroke your Esso Tiger now?* Wink wink*"
- Oh yes thank you Obright, I would be positively elated!
When a girl dresses up as a bunny, and shoves an easter egg (chocolate) up her box. But takes too long in the washroom so when she comes out it over heats and resembles shit coming out of her pussy.
Hunny I have a prize for you" "did you shove shit up your pussy?" "no…….it's an esso easter egg"
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The longtime unofficial mascot of the Standard Oil company and its agents; part of a branding initiative which contained the red-on-white "Esso" brand in a blue oval, next to which was posed a yellow-on-white honeybee carrying a petrol jerrycan instead of a jar of honey. The local filling stations issued snappy uniforms with the attendant's name next to the logo of the Esso Bee. The promotion immediately caught the imagination of the motoring public, who affectionately referred to all of the folks working for Mr. Rockefeller as the local "Esso Bees" - a moniker which the company embraced with pride.
Alas, all good things must come to an end. The ownership of the Standard Oil and Esso marks is as fragmented today as the ownership of the Bell System logos became after the 1982 court-ordered AT&T breakup and for much the same reasons -- both companies had structured themselves as multiple businesses in each state (such as "Standard Oil of New Jersey") and the individual components being sold apart only brought confusion and chaos.
America, terrorised by the Arab oil embargo, saw widespread shortages and skyrocketing prices. Esso was rebranded as Exxon and the mascot changed to a tiger driving an Abrams battle tank across the Iraqi desert with the tagline "put a tiger in your tank!" Full serve was displaced by self-serve and the service bays which used to dispense free air for your tyres replaced with overpriced "convenience" stores with little of value to offer. Service went down, prices went up.
The old-timers were not amused. They'd pull up to the pumps, become visibly upset and ask "Where are the Esso Bees who are supposed to be running this company?"
Disenchanted motorists had come to expect that there's always one Esso Bee in every swarm.
What Captain Hazelwood sent over his wireless transmitter when he drunkenly ran his oil tanker aground in Prince William Sound.
Even after da initial Esso-S call from da Valdez, X-on was still plagued with distressed "call for help" protests from mail-room employees who were receiving countless clothing-besmirching gas-station cards dat had been soaked in used motor-oil.