Ex: Looks like you got sheet-faced last night.
Sheet-faced | SHēt' FāS'd | adj. The way a person looks after they wake up bearing the lines created by the sheets and/or blankets on their face.
Ex: Looks like you got sheet-faced last night.
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Thanksgetting Day | 'THaNGks' getTING' Dā | n. A brand extension of Black Friday where retailers open their stores on Thanksgiving and use sales and marketing gimmicks in an attempt to lure shoppers.
Ex. Why wait until Black Friday when you can get it today with our Thanksgetting Day Sales Event, while supplies last. Textident | tekst'i'duhnt | n. 1. A text meant for one person but accidentally sent to someone else.
Ex. Sorry, that was a textident. My bad. 2. An incident that happens between two people when they bump into each other because they were too preoccupied with sending or reading a text message on their phone. Ex. We just almost had ourselves a textident. v. (with ing or ed) Accidentally sending a text meant for one person to someone else. Ex. I got caught because I textidented Sarah. Lock Up Your Shit When Pa-Pa Comes To Town
By Moose Tyler My grandfather was a salesman, and like all natural-born salesmen, he was always on the lookout for a deal. Swapping, selling, bargaining, and hustling were as natural for Pa-Pa as breathing, and if you weren’t careful, he’d sell your shoes before you had time to put them back on your feet. Pa-Pa lived with Mo-Mo in Paragould, Arkansas, but the house where they lived always changed. My favorite was the red brick one with the gravel in the front and the corn stalks in back, though the trailer he bought next door with the add-on room for a pool table and Mo-Mo’s bowling trophies was fun, too. Pa-Pa always drove a different truck whenever we’d visit, and he had a steady stream of boats, mopeds and motorcycles flowing in and out of his shop, but he never had many four-wheelers. Those were hot ticket items in the sticks of Northeast Arkansas. Guns, knives, and arrowheads were plentiful, as were tools in his shed. He sold it all - furniture, dogs, cats, coats and even old baseball hats. You didn’t play electronics around Pa-Pa, and you kept your eyes on your jewelry. Everyone in the family knew that. The first time I remember Pa-Pa coming to my house for a visit he towed a deep trailer behind his pick-up and had come to help my mother clean out the garage. Four days later with a bulging load bungeed and fastened down, he and Mo-Mo pulled out of the driveway and headed back home. A few days later I realized I was missing a set of golf clubs, a small trunk of comic books, a remote control airplane, and my toolbox. When I asked my mother if she knew the whereabouts of my misplaced treasures, she laughed and said. “Now you know you got to lock up your shit when Pa-Pa comes to town." “Yeah,” I said, and then I sulked back to my room to take inventory of the rest of my belongings. Recruition [ri'kroo'shen| n. The act of persuading (someone) to become a member or worker in an organization or to support a cause.
Ex. We focus on recruition and retention here at Mooseville University. Frooty call [fro͞otē kôl] n. When a friend only calls you to hang out when no one else is around.
Ex. I got a frooty call from Joe last night. Schmuck. v. (with ing or ed) The act of calling a friend you don't like to hang out when there's no one else around. Ex. I never hear from you unless you need a ride. Stop frooty calling me, Janie! Summer Poetry Slam Winner - Week 12 Why Is The Paintbrush Crying?
by: Apple - Hoang Nan Anh (Contributor) If the brush cries, Moose Tyler will have reason to torture the class. If the brush cries, Apple will have reason to practice her writing. If the brush cries, Jill will have reason to believe that nothing is impossible. If the brush cries, we will have something to think about instead of feeling sleepy in the morning. If the brush cries, it looks better. If the brush cries, the color will fade. It has a number of reasons to cry. Justin Bieber is still alive. Public transportation has increased the fare. Facebook bitches are everywhere. Agnes keeps singing Disney Channel theme songs. Jill is angry cause she doesn't have any script ideas. Potential war is everywhere. Chinese people is everywhere. Everyone practices discrimination. The Kopi* at school sucks. Everyone will die one day. Everyone will cry at least once. Tom has a number of lame jokes and always talks. This assignment is impossible. The brush doesn't know who its mother is. The brush cannot enjoy pizza. The brush cannot watch South Park and laugh. The brush cannot have beer. The brush is crying because it's sad. Editor's Note: Kopi means coffee. This poem was created after I was joking around with some Singaporean students. I had drawn a picture of a paintbrush on another professor's blackboard and wrote instructions for students to write a poem to explain why the paintbrush was crying. After all, the other class was "Art In Our World." I left and some students who arrived late didn't realize the assignment was a joke and wrote the poem. Apple turned in her poem when I saw her later that day. The names of the other students have been changed to protect the innocent. The Silent Flute by Bruce Lee (Contributor) I wish neither to possess, Nor to be possessed. I no longer covet paradise, More important, I no longer fear hell. The medicine for my suffering I had within me from the very beginning, But I did not take it. My ailment came from within myself, But I did not observe it Until this moment. Now I see that I will never find the light Unless, like the candle, I am my own fuel, Consuming myself. The Frost by Bruce Lee (Contributor) Young man, Seize every minute Of your time. Thedays fly by; Ere long you too Will grow old. If you believe me not, See there, in the courtyard, How the frost Glitters white and cold and cruel On the grass that once was green. Do you not see That you and I Are as the branches Of one tree? With your rejoicing, Comes my laughter; With your sadness Start my tears. Love, Could life be otherwise With you and me? The Falling Leaf by Bruce Lee (Contributor) The wind is in high frolic with the rain. Outside the garden a little yellow leaf Clinging desparately to its mother branch I pick up the leaf And put it in the book, Giving it a home. Love Is Like A Friendship Caught On Fire by Bruce Lee (Contributor)
Love is like a friendship caught on fire. In the beginning a flame, Very pretty, often hot and fierce But still and only light and flickering. As love grows older, our hearts mature And our love becomes as coals, Deep-burning and unquenchable. |
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Beatnik Books is part bookstore part poetry venue. Owned by the Mooseville Poet Laureate, Beatnik's is simply a comfortable place to hang out and soak up the written word. The Mooseville Poet Laureate:
She's been a magic rock dealer, the president of a lawn mowing
service, an umpire, a photographer, and a peddler of expensive vacuums. Her
responsibilities have included feeding anorexics, wiping the elderly, issuing
cigarettes, and keeping an eye on people who see ants crawling all over their
shoes. In record time, she's dropped checks, delivered oysters, filled coffee,
boxed leftovers, shaken martinis and crafted daiquiris. She can bean count and
number crunch, counsel and educate, smooth talk and copy sling. Currently, she's
a mother, a daughter, a sister, a lover, a warrior, a poet, a
jester, a dreamer, and the leader of her own lip sync band.
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