The Evil Steve's definitions
Having one's anus forcefully, repeatedly and not-always-voluntarily resized. Size 9ing is most often performed courtesy of one's new cellmate's johnson, although at some parties, a proper piss-on / pass-out may elicit the act.
Guy 1: "Why is Shiela walking all funny?"
Guy 2: "She got Size 9'ed after passing out face down on the couch at Bob's party."
Guy 2: "She got Size 9'ed after passing out face down on the couch at Bob's party."
by The Evil Steve August 30, 2005
Get the size 9'dmug. The uniquely male sensation of having one's scrotum squished into an uncomfortably small area or configuration due to unfortunate seating arrangements. The most common culprit is that poorly-placed knot in your blue jeans where all four denim panels get sewn together at Scro Central.
Causes include sitting quickly and carelessly in hot, humid weather when the twins are just a-danglin', shifting in car seats while seat-belted, any form of self-induced frontal wedgie (often from scooting forward on a cloth-upholstered seat), or a combination of the above.
In particularly blessed gents, sack bunch can result in sitting on one's own balls. Honorable and impressive as the feat sounds, the sensation makes one want to cry and puke simultaneously. Not recommended.
Causes include sitting quickly and carelessly in hot, humid weather when the twins are just a-danglin', shifting in car seats while seat-belted, any form of self-induced frontal wedgie (often from scooting forward on a cloth-upholstered seat), or a combination of the above.
In particularly blessed gents, sack bunch can result in sitting on one's own balls. Honorable and impressive as the feat sounds, the sensation makes one want to cry and puke simultaneously. Not recommended.
Lady Passenger: Why are you grabbing at yourself? Shouldn't you be concentrating on driving?
Male Driver: Gaah! I got sack bunch! If you just planted your ass on your own man-marbles, you'd be skittish too!
Male Driver: Gaah! I got sack bunch! If you just planted your ass on your own man-marbles, you'd be skittish too!
by The Evil Steve August 28, 2005
Get the sack bunchmug. The decade which saw corporate radio and major record labels finally kill rock and roll for good. The 1990's started with Vanilla Ice and ended with the *nSync Degree Boys. In the middle, Nirvana tried to save us, so they killed Kurt Cobain.
Thank you so much Clear Channel and Big Five Record Labels! Thanks to your unrelenting assault on artistry in the 1990's, we get treated to the same fifteen songs a day from eight "different" artists on twenty "different" radio stations played repeatedly!
by The Evil Steve July 18, 2008
Get the 1990'smug. (you-sack-whee-hiff)
Source: Public Service TV spot from Guinness featuring the animated Brewmasters.
1) Acronym for the message of above-referenced spot: Use Common Sense And Always Know When You've Had Your Fill
2) General sign-off to your buds as they head out for the pub/club/party
3) Expression of disbelief, akin to WTF
Source: Public Service TV spot from Guinness featuring the animated Brewmasters.
1) Acronym for the message of above-referenced spot: Use Common Sense And Always Know When You've Had Your Fill
2) General sign-off to your buds as they head out for the pub/club/party
3) Expression of disbelief, akin to WTF
1) Pretty self-explanatory
2) Guy 1: "I'm heading out for the club to get laid, drunk or both.
Guy 2: "Good luck, Dawg. UCSAAKWYHYF."
3) Guy 1: "Dude... when I was out, I chatted up that 'girl' you were drunk-dancing with last week. 'She' asked for your number - and said thinking about your pants gave 'her' a boner!"
Guy 2: "UCSAACWHYHF!"
2) Guy 1: "I'm heading out for the club to get laid, drunk or both.
Guy 2: "Good luck, Dawg. UCSAAKWYHYF."
3) Guy 1: "Dude... when I was out, I chatted up that 'girl' you were drunk-dancing with last week. 'She' asked for your number - and said thinking about your pants gave 'her' a boner!"
Guy 2: "UCSAACWHYHF!"
by The Evil Steve January 28, 2006
Get the UCSAAKWYHYFmug. aka Eau de 'Neck - that aroma born of the marriage of cigarette smoke and perspiration. The potency varies from a light musky quasi-pheremonal odor of the standard smoking office worker at 3pm to the overwhleming spit-roasted-skunk aroma of a NASCAR Tent City.
Say... did a cat piss on the pack of cigarettes in your pocket, or is that your daily spritz of MarlBO?
by The Evil Steve January 14, 2007
Get the MarlBOmug.