Fount
to knowingly take/not return something thats not yours, and showing it off to your friends.
bryan- ” jay, where did you get that? ”
jay- ” i fount it at dudes house.”
ghetto way to say the word “found”. similar to “kilt” (killed) and smelt (smelled), and quite a few other words that are often said by hoodies in the corkseyvania area.
here’s your keys you been looking for. pookie said he fount them under his bed.
a universal singularity, the source or origin which radiates depthless knowledge and information to the willful minions of a multi-million dollar corporation.
a spring or source of water; the source or head of a stream.
what time is concrete scheduled for bank of the west – treat?
when should we pickup the delineators for fed ex?
who called from c & j contracting?
what is heck is mcnear / kosloff?
i don’t know…ask the fount.
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- Mat Morbid
1. a craddle robbing hoe 2. usually has a big gap 3. doesn’t brush teeth 4. sceenie weenie 5. ugly “ew dude, did you go out with a mat morbid chick?!”
- McAncor
a lesbian who makes such a small contribution to society that she actually drags down all those who surround her. she was once fired from a mickyd’s and is totally incapable of holding steady employment or speaking the truth. hey yo, the mcancor is causing dolla-menu drama.
- cfyc (Chat From You Chatfield)
named after large breasted student lucy chatfield it is an abreviation designed to express recognition or appreciation of an amusing annecdote or comment. “man i was so toey last night i ended up taking home two chicks one of whoom was a midget” “thats cfyc (chat from you chatfield)”
- cha-chinggg$$
chuh-cheeng the $$$ should help with the meaning. this word is used to describe cash/money, or how much something is worth. “aimmmay, do you have some cha-chinggg$$$ for some taco bell?” “hurrrs yo cha-chaang kimmmay, let’s go back to opportunity village.. chimo!”
- McSnackin
a term used to describe oral s-x. typically used by people who compare s-xual anatomy to that of a mcchicken or a mcdouble. charles: what the h-ll took you so long!? jolene: we were talking. charles: don’t lie. you were mcsnackin on his p-n-s.