Something people say every August 13th as a way of celebrating happiness and good music.
“Happy Birthday Bob”
“Right on man!”
A diminutive, camouflage-clad, mirrored-sunglasses-wearing, screeching and screaming, grunting and growling, moaning and groaning, militant homosexual lead singer of a German heavy metal band who looks kind of like a pig.
Hey, let’s hear an Udo version of The Star Spangled Banner, that’ll really go over with the NFL crowd.
Something, usually low/medium quality bread, that you eat only because you can put butter on it.
No, use the other bread for the sandwiches. This bread is just a butter delivery device.
To completely, utterly, totally and with no hope for recovery, defeat another in a physical contest, generally a fight.
Come on, you wanna do it that way, I WILL debroculate your ass.
When you have enough money not to work, but have a minimal budget.
A: “I have achieved financial independence!”
B: “ Yeah, independently broke. Enjoy your ramen noodles.”
Someone who works an endless string of menial jobs, typically staying no longer than 6 months or as short as a few days at each, usually missing a day or two per week with or without calling and showing up visibly intoxicated periodically. Typically lives in a ramshackle trailer on the outskirts of town, filled with children of various ages and parentage.
What does your dad do?
He’s a scumscraper. Can I borrow 10 bucks?
Here, take 20.
One who performs menial tasks for low pay in a long series of short term stints of employment.
What do you do for a living?
I’m a fucking scumscraper. What do you think I am, a doctor?