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(SKETCH ur) n. word used in labeling methamphatamine users who get high and draw for hours rendering them oblivious to everything else (see tweaker, speed freak, meth head
Dude: Shit man. I tried to hit on Sue but she totally igged me today. What's her trip?
Other Dude: She's a fucking sketcher and don't care bout nothin else when she gets high.
Dude: That's the shits.
Other Dude: She's a fucking sketcher and don't care bout nothin else when she gets high.
Dude: That's the shits.
by Nedd Ludd September 5, 2005
Get the sketcher mug.(GAY-speek)n. communication between homosexual males (usually in private) who speak in a familiar manner that comes across, initially ,as polite discourse but it is usually loaded with rancor and/or sarcasm
Tod: "Hey Queen. Don't you look lovely today"
Ted: "Thank you Miss Thing! I do don't I?"
Tim: "You two are a real mess."
Tod: "What's her problem? Didn't get any last night?"
Ted: "Whatever! The bitch thinks she's all that..."
Tim: "You girls work my nerves with all that gayspeak. You sound like a couple of black women."
Tad: "You know what they say honey: Trapped inside every gay man is a black female entertainer."
Tim and Tod: "Thank you honey!"
Ted: "Thank you Miss Thing! I do don't I?"
Tim: "You two are a real mess."
Tod: "What's her problem? Didn't get any last night?"
Ted: "Whatever! The bitch thinks she's all that..."
Tim: "You girls work my nerves with all that gayspeak. You sound like a couple of black women."
Tad: "You know what they say honey: Trapped inside every gay man is a black female entertainer."
Tim and Tod: "Thank you honey!"
by Nedd Ludd October 10, 2005
Get the gayspeak mug.(KRIS toll dik) adj. the frustrating condition that often occurs with a man's penis when he wants to engage in sex, or masturbate, but his manhood has been rendered useless because it will not become, or stay, erect because he is high on meth
Tod: Hey Ted, what's wrong with your dick tonight? Do you think it will get hard enough to poke my hole?
Ted: I don't know. I think that I might have crystal dick.
Ted: I don't know. I think that I might have crystal dick.
by Nedd Ludd September 1, 2005
Get the crystal dick mug.(post post ger-nah-liz-em) noun. the situating that occurs when one has the opportunity to watch one’s fatal demise from a position of relative comfort, then having survived the incident one gives an aural as well as visual account of the harrowing situation from a position of relative comfort
Wolf Blitzer: OMG! Look at that plane's fucked up front wheel! How will they ever land it?
other talking head: I don’t know. Let’s watch it all later.
Wolf Blitzer: Now this just in…
Later in Situation Room:
Wolf Blitzer: We now have a CNN exclusive interview with a CNN correspondent who just happened to be on that plane with the fucked up front wheel. Let’s tune in .
survivor/reporter: …So, there we were. We watched our plane going around and around for 3 hours on the tv screens in the backs of the seats in front of us. And we didn’t die in a fiery crash either. OMFG! This is definitely a case of post post journalism.
other talking head: I don’t know. Let’s watch it all later.
Wolf Blitzer: Now this just in…
Later in Situation Room:
Wolf Blitzer: We now have a CNN exclusive interview with a CNN correspondent who just happened to be on that plane with the fucked up front wheel. Let’s tune in .
survivor/reporter: …So, there we were. We watched our plane going around and around for 3 hours on the tv screens in the backs of the seats in front of us. And we didn’t die in a fiery crash either. OMFG! This is definitely a case of post post journalism.
by Nedd Ludd October 10, 2005
Get the post post journalism mug.Sue: Wow, check out that fine guy over there.
Sally: The one with the kids?
Sue: Whatever. He is definately a diltf.
Sally: You're right.
Sally: The one with the kids?
Sue: Whatever. He is definately a diltf.
Sally: You're right.
by Nedd Ludd October 10, 2005
Get the diltf mug.Rose: Oy vey! Sylvia, have you heard?
Sylvia: Nu?
Rose: It's Eugene. G-d forbid! He has had a massive coronary already.
Sylvia: Thank G-d it wasn't a goyish heart attack.
Rose: You're telling me!?
Sylvia: Pooh, pooh, pooh.
Sylvia: Nu?
Rose: It's Eugene. G-d forbid! He has had a massive coronary already.
Sylvia: Thank G-d it wasn't a goyish heart attack.
Rose: You're telling me!?
Sylvia: Pooh, pooh, pooh.
by Nedd Ludd October 10, 2005
Get the massive coronary mug.Sue: "OMG. The instructions at the end of that stupid chain email said that I had to forward it to 10 people in the next 10 minutes or my wish would be cancelled."
Sally: "How many people did you send it to?"
Sue: "Uh, eight, I think. Now what?"
Sally: "Well then, I guess you will have yourself a retrowish."
Sally: "How many people did you send it to?"
Sue: "Uh, eight, I think. Now what?"
Sally: "Well then, I guess you will have yourself a retrowish."
by Nedd Ludd October 10, 2005
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