Digga Douche
1. the phoneticizing of a drum fill in awesome songs. specifically a drum fill that include the rack toms, the floor tom, the b-ss drum, and the crash cymbal.
2. an exclamation to yell at your desk when sitting in the cubicle during the data entry. more suited for full time employees than the temps.
1. “we don’t need another hero. digga douche! we don’t need to know the way home. digga douche! all we want is life beyond the thunderdome.”
2. import, export, faxes, low pay, boring, boring, boring, digga douche!
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