He who likes Bukkake's definitions
No word is safe from the word 'ass.' Examples are asshat, assjacket, asspants, assglasses, assscarf, assassin, asslick, asshole, assimilate, assfuck, asshead, asspacket, associated, assymetrical, and the ever-popular assmaster.
You're such an assjacket!
What an asshat!
ASSHOLE!!!
Those different looking things are assymetrical.
I chose to be an assassin on this RPG.
Wanna assfuck?
What an asshat!
ASSHOLE!!!
Those different looking things are assymetrical.
I chose to be an assassin on this RPG.
Wanna assfuck?
by He who likes Bukkake February 2, 2005
Get the assjacketmug. by He who likes Bukkake April 6, 2005
Get the coolmug. Captain: What happen ?
Mechanic: Somebody set up us the bomb.
Operator: We get signal.
Captain: What !
Operator: Main screen turn on.
Captain: It's you !!
Cats: How are you gentlemen !!
Cats: All your base are belong to us.
Cats: You are on the way to destruction.
Captain: What you say !!
Cats: You have no chance to survive make your time.
Cats: Ha Ha Ha Ha ....
Operator: Captain !!
Captain: Take off every 'Zig'!!
Captain: You know what you doing.
Captain: Move 'Zig'.
Captain: For great justice.
Mechanic: Somebody set up us the bomb.
Operator: We get signal.
Captain: What !
Operator: Main screen turn on.
Captain: It's you !!
Cats: How are you gentlemen !!
Cats: All your base are belong to us.
Cats: You are on the way to destruction.
Captain: What you say !!
Cats: You have no chance to survive make your time.
Cats: Ha Ha Ha Ha ....
Operator: Captain !!
Captain: Take off every 'Zig'!!
Captain: You know what you doing.
Captain: Move 'Zig'.
Captain: For great justice.
Translation:
Captain: What happened?
Mechanic: Someone set up bombs.
Operator: We are recieving a signal.
Captain: What?
Operation: Turning on the main screen.
Captain: It's you!
Cats: How are you, gentlemen?
Cats: All of your bases now belong to us.
Cats: You are on the way to destruction.
Cats: You have no chance to survive, live while you can.
Cats: HA HA HA !!!!
Operator: Captain?
Captain: Zigs, take off!
Captain: You all know what you are doing.
Captain: Move, Zigs.
Captain: For great justice...
Captain: What happened?
Mechanic: Someone set up bombs.
Operator: We are recieving a signal.
Captain: What?
Operation: Turning on the main screen.
Captain: It's you!
Cats: How are you, gentlemen?
Cats: All of your bases now belong to us.
Cats: You are on the way to destruction.
Cats: You have no chance to survive, live while you can.
Cats: HA HA HA !!!!
Operator: Captain?
Captain: Zigs, take off!
Captain: You all know what you are doing.
Captain: Move, Zigs.
Captain: For great justice...
by He who likes Bukkake March 10, 2005
Get the AYBABTUmug. The quality of being a comestible.
by He who likes Bukkake February 3, 2005
Get the esculentmug. by He who likes Bukkake March 15, 2005
Get the TnTmug. by He who likes Bukkake February 3, 2005
Get the comestiblemug. To be, or not to be: that is the question:
Whether 'tis nobler in the mind to suffer
The slings and arrows of outrageous fortune,
Or to take arms against a sea of troubles,
And by opposing end them? To die: to sleep;
No more; and by a sleep to say we end
The heart-ache and the thousand natural shocks
That flesh is heir to, 'tis a consummation
Devoutly to be wish'd. To die, to sleep;
To sleep: perchance to dream: ay, there's the rub;
For in that sleep of death what dreams may come
When we have shuffled off this mortal coil,
Must give us pause: there's the respect
That makes calamity of so long life;
For who would bear the whips and scorns of time,
The oppressor's wrong, the proud man's contumely,
The pangs of despised love, the law's delay,
The insolence of office and the spurns
That patient merit of the unworthy takes,
When he himself might his quietus make
With a bare bodkin? who would fardels bear,
To grunt and sweat under a weary life,
But that the dread of something after death,
The undiscover'd country from whose bourn
No traveller returns, puzzles the will
And makes us rather bear those ills we have
Than fly to others that we know not of?
Thus conscience does make cowards of us all;
And thus the native hue of resolution
Is sicklied o'er with the pale cast of thought,
And enterprises of great pith and moment
With this regard their currents turn awry,
And lose the name of action. - Soft you now!
The fair Ophelia! Nymph, in thy orisons
Be all my sins remember'd.
Whether 'tis nobler in the mind to suffer
The slings and arrows of outrageous fortune,
Or to take arms against a sea of troubles,
And by opposing end them? To die: to sleep;
No more; and by a sleep to say we end
The heart-ache and the thousand natural shocks
That flesh is heir to, 'tis a consummation
Devoutly to be wish'd. To die, to sleep;
To sleep: perchance to dream: ay, there's the rub;
For in that sleep of death what dreams may come
When we have shuffled off this mortal coil,
Must give us pause: there's the respect
That makes calamity of so long life;
For who would bear the whips and scorns of time,
The oppressor's wrong, the proud man's contumely,
The pangs of despised love, the law's delay,
The insolence of office and the spurns
That patient merit of the unworthy takes,
When he himself might his quietus make
With a bare bodkin? who would fardels bear,
To grunt and sweat under a weary life,
But that the dread of something after death,
The undiscover'd country from whose bourn
No traveller returns, puzzles the will
And makes us rather bear those ills we have
Than fly to others that we know not of?
Thus conscience does make cowards of us all;
And thus the native hue of resolution
Is sicklied o'er with the pale cast of thought,
And enterprises of great pith and moment
With this regard their currents turn awry,
And lose the name of action. - Soft you now!
The fair Ophelia! Nymph, in thy orisons
Be all my sins remember'd.
by He who likes Bukkake March 10, 2005
Get the to be or not to bemug.