The Wog Whomper's definitions

slobber box

A greasy spoon diner. A cheap cafe.

Mack and Margo ate burgers and fries over at Louie's slobber box.

by The Wog Whomper May 14, 2005

father

A man who begets and helps to raise his children. He strives to keep them safe and healthy. He works to feed and clothe them, and to send them to trade school or college. He gives them every opportunity to grow in experience and wisdom. He teaches them how to camp, how to shoot, and how to fix cars.

If he has a daughter, the time will come when he has to chase away a cretin who has a picture of Calvin taking a leak in the window of his pickup truck.

I work hard to be a good father to all my kids. I've raised them all to be wise and productive.

by The Wog Whomper May 14, 2005

tattoo

A permanent drawing on the skin that shows that you are a conformist, a follower, a sheep, a person totally incapable of thinking for yourself, a mindless twit devoid of any originality, a twerp who wants to look just like every other tattooed clown in the world.

A tattoo is totally UNCOOL. Just take a look at Grandpa's arm, where he got his tattoo in Honolulu in 1945.

Pangborn got a tattoo, and now she looks just like every other soccer mom in the park.

by The Wog Whomper May 5, 2005

crackers

Crazy. Nuts. Extremely foolish.

It's crackers to slip a rozzer the dropski in snide. (It's crazy to bribe a copper with counterfeit money.)

by The Wog Whomper May 14, 2005

grease monkey

An automotive mechanic.

The word can be derisive or affectionate.

My brother in law is a grease monkey. He repairs Fords, so he always has plenty of work.

by The Wog Whomper May 14, 2005

Utah Jazz

A superb example of an oxymoron.

Utah Jazz? That makes as much sense as Military Intelligence.

by The Wog Whomper May 1, 2005

horn

1. A telephone.

2. A device honked by all yuppies and soccer moms when they lock their Lexuses, BMWs, or SUVs at the mall. It is a trumpet fanfare announcing to one and all that they are now locking their cars.

Megan can't come down now, she's on the horn.

Like all good soccer moms, Flannery blasts her horn a few times when she locks her Excursion.

by The Wog Whomper May 1, 2005