Josh Turnbull's definitions
John (esquire): Hey, Edmund, didst thou checketh out the leet today? I managede to get a settlemente on the boundaries of mine fallow lands and was verily compensatede with 20 heads of sheep!
Edmund: L33t!
John (esquire): ...Whate?
Edmund: L33t!
John (esquire): ...Whate?
by Josh Turnbull November 3, 2009
Get the leetmug. noun (Nahch): The best corporate brand of cider from Somerset, or in fact anywhere in the world. 5% alcohol content and the best dry flavour possible, contributing towards the amazingness of this drink.
Normal person: Hey, want some blackthorn?
Well-mannered person: No, I don't drink poison, I drink Natch
Well-mannered person: No, I don't drink poison, I drink Natch
by Josh Turnbull July 6, 2005
Get the Natchmug. noun (Rayj-ohv-fyur-ie): Commonly preceeded by 'i am going to jump out of the window in a'. Usually used in a moment of extreme anger or in a similar context.
I am now going to jump out of the window in a fury rage
(french literal translation) I am now going to of the window in a fury rage.
(french literal translation) I am now going to of the window in a fury rage.
by Josh Turnbull July 10, 2005
Get the Rage of Furymug. That little part of your brain that will hear or think of something hilarious but inappropriate, which will act as its ignition. It is then powered by your attempts to ignore it, and will accelerate, never reaching a terminal speed and only stopping when you blurt out whatever thought started it at the worst possible moment. It is related - but not linked to - that part of your brain that inexorably broadcasts horrific images to the rest of your brain at inconvenient times, for example: images of corpses while eating, images of your mum during sex etc.
Called 'man motor' because there is no evidence of this phenomenon ever occurring in females.
Called 'man motor' because there is no evidence of this phenomenon ever occurring in females.
Your idiot thoughts during a funeral: Hey, that dude who was killed in a horrific car accident at the age of 25's wife's face kinda looks like a pan-fried vagina.
Man motor: *click! whirr...* Yep, pan-fried vagina. Probably should tell someone that.
That one part of your brain responsible for - and completely incapable of - inhibition: No, that's horrible.
Man Motor: *Whirrrrrrrrrrrr...* Nah, go on, it'll be funny. You love causing egregious grief.
Inhibition: No, Man Motor, no.
Man Motor *WHHIIRRRRRRRR...* Come on, you don't know how people will react, they might like it.
Inhibition: Please stop trying to-
Man Motor: *WWWHHHHHIIIIIRRRRRRRRRRR...* PAN-FRIED VAGINA PAN-FRIED VAGINA PAN-FRIED VAGINA
You: HEY, DEAD MAN'S WIFE, YOU LOOK LIKE A PAN-FRIED VAGINA!
Everyone: *mortified gasps*
You, at the behest of your Man Motor: So... Anyone wanna fuck?
Man motor: *click! whirr...* Yep, pan-fried vagina. Probably should tell someone that.
That one part of your brain responsible for - and completely incapable of - inhibition: No, that's horrible.
Man Motor: *Whirrrrrrrrrrrr...* Nah, go on, it'll be funny. You love causing egregious grief.
Inhibition: No, Man Motor, no.
Man Motor *WHHIIRRRRRRRR...* Come on, you don't know how people will react, they might like it.
Inhibition: Please stop trying to-
Man Motor: *WWWHHHHHIIIIIRRRRRRRRRRR...* PAN-FRIED VAGINA PAN-FRIED VAGINA PAN-FRIED VAGINA
You: HEY, DEAD MAN'S WIFE, YOU LOOK LIKE A PAN-FRIED VAGINA!
Everyone: *mortified gasps*
You, at the behest of your Man Motor: So... Anyone wanna fuck?
by Josh Turnbull June 8, 2010
Get the Man Motormug. noun (Cohn-fyouss-oss-it-ie): the form of being confused. When over done, can result in mild brain explosions, meaning that a section of knowledge and memory will be lost forever.
Shit! Stop John from trying to come up with a way that suggests that French might be straight! He's going into confusosity!
by Josh Turnbull May 17, 2005
Get the Confusositymug. Noun: (Zohm-bees)
Commonly confused as brain suckers. These originated from the religion of Voodoo. They are the dead brought back to life only in the body, while the soul is in torment. The only reason they walk the earth is to bite the living, who, once bitten also become a zombie. They are usually formed from a curse on a living person, who once dead will become one.
Commonly confused as brain suckers. These originated from the religion of Voodoo. They are the dead brought back to life only in the body, while the soul is in torment. The only reason they walk the earth is to bite the living, who, once bitten also become a zombie. They are usually formed from a curse on a living person, who once dead will become one.
Zombies? This is one hell of a bad trip...
Zombie: Can I eat your spleen
Living guy: No, fuck off
Zombie: Oh... sorry.
Zombie: Can I eat your spleen
Living guy: No, fuck off
Zombie: Oh... sorry.
by Josh Turnbull June 13, 2005
Get the Zombiesmug. noun (shpohung-ul) Possibly the best Psytrance/Goa band ever. They consist of two members: Raja Ram and Simon Posford. They are heavily influenced by world music, which Raja Ram is in charge of bringing, often recording flute lines etc and then having them edited and added to by Posford's technical genius.
Posford by himself is simply known as Hallucinagen, which is good, but not nearly as well done as Shpongle.
Please don't use the word in a obscene way.
The band have three albums, and have announced that that is all from them. Of the three albums (Are you Shpongled?, Tales of the Inexpressible and Nothing Lasts... But Nothing is Lost), their last is said to be the pinnacle of trance amazingness. It sounds more like one huge anthem rather than an album, with only two (apparently) external samples, proving that they really do have talent.
Posford by himself is simply known as Hallucinagen, which is good, but not nearly as well done as Shpongle.
Please don't use the word in a obscene way.
The band have three albums, and have announced that that is all from them. Of the three albums (Are you Shpongled?, Tales of the Inexpressible and Nothing Lasts... But Nothing is Lost), their last is said to be the pinnacle of trance amazingness. It sounds more like one huge anthem rather than an album, with only two (apparently) external samples, proving that they really do have talent.
Ted: You wanna go see Shpongle tonight?
Bill: No, sorry man, I've got an assignment to be doing.
Ted: Fair enough. See you tomorrow.
Bill: Aww, fuck it, I'll come.
Ted: Excellent. Bring beer.
Bill: I thought you had loads.
Ted: I do, but everyone's bringing some.
Bill: Oh... wicked. ...Carling ok?
Ted: NOOOOOOO!!!
Bill: No, sorry man, I've got an assignment to be doing.
Ted: Fair enough. See you tomorrow.
Bill: Aww, fuck it, I'll come.
Ted: Excellent. Bring beer.
Bill: I thought you had loads.
Ted: I do, but everyone's bringing some.
Bill: Oh... wicked. ...Carling ok?
Ted: NOOOOOOO!!!
by Josh Turnbull September 25, 2006
Get the Shponglemug.