Cap'n Bullmoose's definitions
A large vehicle, usually propelled by an engine, used as a moving stage or mobile display in a parade.
In the Rose Parade, floats are ridden by men and women in costumes to celebrate New Years Day.
In every Poofters on Parade parade, a float is ridden (certainly not "manned") by poofters, fags, butt eaters, and corn holers wearing jock straps. They mince, prance, and blow kisses to the crowd. This is all very impressive to white liberals, who always show up to wave at the sissies.
In the Rose Parade, floats are ridden by men and women in costumes to celebrate New Years Day.
In every Poofters on Parade parade, a float is ridden (certainly not "manned") by poofters, fags, butt eaters, and corn holers wearing jock straps. They mince, prance, and blow kisses to the crowd. This is all very impressive to white liberals, who always show up to wave at the sissies.
The Dykes on Bikes lead the annual Poofters on Parade parade. Behind the Dykes roll 64 floats covered with mincing pouves, fluttering faerie queans, and swaggering butches.
by Cap'n Bullmoose November 11, 2006
Get the floatmug. by Cap'n Bullmoose April 30, 2005
Get the trotsmug. 1. To bump someone off.
2. A slimey substance worn in the hair of Pachucos.
3. The binding element of a Duck Ass haircut.
2. A slimey substance worn in the hair of Pachucos.
3. The binding element of a Duck Ass haircut.
1. Vinnie the Wop didn't pay my bag man. Go grease him.
2. Oooh, look at that Pachuco! His hair has so much grease in it! I think I'm falling in love!
3. Elvis Presley knew just how much grease to put in his hair.
2. Oooh, look at that Pachuco! His hair has so much grease in it! I think I'm falling in love!
3. Elvis Presley knew just how much grease to put in his hair.
by Cap'n Bullmoose May 14, 2005
Get the greasemug. A line drawn between two words by people who are too ignorant to know the real punctuation mark or work that should go there, and are too lazy to look it up.
A sure sign of a faux writer.
A sure sign of a faux writer.
Any bozo who puts a slash between two words should have his word processor taken away until he learns how to write.
by Cap'n Bullmoose April 20, 2005
Get the slashmug. by Cap'n Bullmoose April 30, 2005
Get the dangle dancemug. A limp-wristed liberal mush wimp who knows what is best for you and me. He knows we should have our guns taken away, so only crips will have guns. Then we will have no way to defend ourselves from crips or liberals.
He wants to tax our pants off and give the money to guys of color, Mexicans, and poofters. Also to soccer moms so they can have abortions.
He wants to tax our pants off and give the money to guys of color, Mexicans, and poofters. Also to soccer moms so they can have abortions.
by Cap'n Bullmoose April 21, 2005
Get the Ted Kennedymug. A liberal twit who always knows the deep psychological reasons behind other peoples' beliefs and behaviors. Junior Psychologists come out of their holes to make their pronouncements in college dormatories, in letters to the editor, and in discussions. Like all liberal twits, Junior Psychologists know what is best for you and me, and never miss an opportunity to tell us so.
Fenton is a Junior Psychologist. She knows -- she absolutely KNOWS! -- that all men who drive four-wheel-drive vehicles do so because they subconsciously worry that their penises are not large enough. They buy four-wheel-drives to display as a large penis substitute. She can't conceive of a man -- or woman -- who wants a four-wheel-drive vehicle to explore the wondrous outback of America.
Fenton knows -- she absolutely KNOWS! -- that all men who do not vote for Quean Hillary do so because they are misogynist, sexist pigs and would feel emasculated if a woman was their leader. She can't imagine that their are 72 million women better-qualified to be President than Quean Hillary, and that most men would vote for one of them.
Fenton knows -- she absolutely KNOWS! -- that all men who own guns do so because they subconsciously fear that their penises are not long enough. They buy guns to substitute for a short penis. She can't imagine that men -- and also women -- own guns to hunt, and to shoot targets, beer cans, greasy-haired Pachuco Boys, and wimpy-ass liberals who want to take their rights away.
Fenton knows -- she absolutely KNOWS! -- that all men who are not limp-wristed liberal mush wimps are not because they "have issues" (as she likes to say) with having their bottoms wiped the wrong way when they were infants. She can't imagine that some people do not like paying taxes for sissy liberal social programs, socialist medicine, towing the politically correct party line, or being forced to tolerate the putrid behavior of A-Rabs, panhandlers, and mincing poofters.
Fenton knows -- she absolutely KNOWS! -- that men who do not like poofters are subconsciously afraid of their own hidden homosexual feelings. She can't imagine that any people are real men who are attracted to women and who find mincing, prancing, doing dangle dances, playing circle jerk, corn holing, and squealing "weeee" to be insipid, disgusting, perverted, and nasty.
Fenton knows -- she absolutely KNOWS! -- that men who do not like Greasy Haired Pachucos challenging them when they walk down the sidewalk have unresolved authority issues and harbor deep-seated racial hatred for people with dark hair and brown eyes. She can't conceive of a man who will defend his right to walk in public without being challenged by a greasy punk.
Fenton, as you can see, knows absolutely nothing. She is nothing but an arrogant, whining, snot-nosed liberal soccer mom who doesn't know Jack Shit.
Fenton knows -- she absolutely KNOWS! -- that all men who do not vote for Quean Hillary do so because they are misogynist, sexist pigs and would feel emasculated if a woman was their leader. She can't imagine that their are 72 million women better-qualified to be President than Quean Hillary, and that most men would vote for one of them.
Fenton knows -- she absolutely KNOWS! -- that all men who own guns do so because they subconsciously fear that their penises are not long enough. They buy guns to substitute for a short penis. She can't imagine that men -- and also women -- own guns to hunt, and to shoot targets, beer cans, greasy-haired Pachuco Boys, and wimpy-ass liberals who want to take their rights away.
Fenton knows -- she absolutely KNOWS! -- that all men who are not limp-wristed liberal mush wimps are not because they "have issues" (as she likes to say) with having their bottoms wiped the wrong way when they were infants. She can't imagine that some people do not like paying taxes for sissy liberal social programs, socialist medicine, towing the politically correct party line, or being forced to tolerate the putrid behavior of A-Rabs, panhandlers, and mincing poofters.
Fenton knows -- she absolutely KNOWS! -- that men who do not like poofters are subconsciously afraid of their own hidden homosexual feelings. She can't imagine that any people are real men who are attracted to women and who find mincing, prancing, doing dangle dances, playing circle jerk, corn holing, and squealing "weeee" to be insipid, disgusting, perverted, and nasty.
Fenton knows -- she absolutely KNOWS! -- that men who do not like Greasy Haired Pachucos challenging them when they walk down the sidewalk have unresolved authority issues and harbor deep-seated racial hatred for people with dark hair and brown eyes. She can't conceive of a man who will defend his right to walk in public without being challenged by a greasy punk.
Fenton, as you can see, knows absolutely nothing. She is nothing but an arrogant, whining, snot-nosed liberal soccer mom who doesn't know Jack Shit.
by Cap'n Bullmoose April 28, 2008
Get the Junior Psychologistmug.