When a clingy significant other insists on getting 5 'check-in' texts an hour to see what you are doing.
"Dude!!! It's just poker night and your bitch has already text you a dozen times! What is she, 'loco on the 8's?'"
"Girl, your shit's been blowing up all night! Who you datin? Jim Cantore!?!??! Dude be 'loco on the 8's!'"