a hardy plant, with small white and yellow flowers, that somewhat resembles a parsley plant.
I like blossoming plants but they attract too many yellow jackets. I like herbs but they grow to vigourously, so I compromised and planted a boykinia.
It's the unintelligable string of curse words that comes out when you're sleep deprived, drunk, or otherwise verbally incapacitated and is used to punctuate your speach.
I can't sleep on airplanes, so going into hour 26 without sleep, I greeted my relatives at the airport with modest enthusiasm and filled out my weak sentence structure with a cheerful expulsion of slurry.
having an orgasm from hearing your own dry wit
*checking out sexy women's lingerie*
Patifus: *drowsymusing* huh, they should make this kind of thing for dudes. The matching tops and bottoms.
Narcifus: Really? Patifus. Really? Oh wait, Sarkgasm. Mmm-hmm.
The study of the mechanism that 'hubbies' use on their significant other's to extract results.
Leala: *grumpy, not in the mood*
Greg: I don't know if we should have sex anymore?
Greg: Well, it's just that you're not that good in bed.
Leala: No way, but I could do so much better, I promise. I'm going to show you right now.
Greg: The oppositology results are in. Greg one, leala zero.
What hippy-earth-mother babbles about when she's not laughing about cocaine.
Hippy-earth-mother: We should save the north australian tree-frog, but please also do save the pandas.
Stef: What the hell is the powdered white stuff on my shirt.
Hippy-earth-mother: LOLOLOLOLOL! COCAINE!!! LOLOLOLOLOL!!!!
A cantakerous highly volitile army veteran, he usually hangs out around queen and yonge. He's usually muttering to himself about korea and the gulf. No one can be fully sure when left eye lobo had his first lobotomy, but according to his some-what unreliable accounts chances are sometime after he blew up at his drill sergent and before he was dispatched as a guerilla. Left eye-lobo hates women as they remind him of his "ona" which means woman in japanese, and is what he uses to refer to his mother. When he's not slapping teenage girl's butts and offering to pay them two dollars for sexual favours he can be seen taking "kung fu" joy rides in his shopping cart.
Left Eye Lobo: Shut up, ona, I'm telling the story.
Me: Sure, 'cause you scare me.
A compulsive shit talker known for its uncanny ability to spew forth volumes upon volumes of shit onto anything it encounters. This uncanny ability to emit a constant stream of shit from its mouth AKA the talking bilge pump, this is true, it has been said, results from the borracle consuming massive amounts of its own (and other people's) shit. It is thought that the borracle must gorge itself on immense amounts of shit daily to make sure that it is permanently full of shit, to avoid depletion of shit saturation. For hygenic reasons it is best to avoid borracle at all costs.
What's wrong with you?
Man, I need to take a shower, and throw out these clothes, I just ran into borracle and it puked shit all over my person again.