nananaitis
when you only know the famous part of the lyrics to a song and forget the rest. symptoms include singing the first few lines enthusiastically, and then mumbling, humming, and stuttering during the rest of the song. people like this should either do some research or keep their mouth shut.
nananaitis victims
1: you’re lipstick stains!…ehnanananana left side brains! dadadada wouldn’t forget you!
2: when i was thirteen, i had my first love…jflsfn lnnfanlksksckmksmldsmfjlsnnvkslfsjlkxjvmekfmilfsaln above.
3: hi, my name is! my name is! my name is! slim shady! hi kids do you like violence? eh duh umm eh uh eyelids! wanna cough on me and do extract um erh……………..did? try uh um er and get messed up life is? my brain’s dead weight, trying blahblahblahblah but i’m ..uh bluhhhh pregnate!
4: blah blah blah blah blah blah blah
comin out your mouth with your blah blah blah
oh wait, that’s right…
Read Also:
- Alaskan Sloppy Seconds
when you f-ck a girl in the -ss, right after she has mud-b-tt, and procede to go -ss to mouth on her. i was about to go -ss to mouth on this chick, but she had mud-b-tt, so i said lets do some alaskan sloppy seconds.
- feelins blableeblins
the emphatic expression of feelings due to intoxication. gal: i went all feelins blableeblins on him last night. pal: oh no! gal: yeah, i told him he was the master to my blaster and i couldn’t rule the thunderdome without him.
- Behemoth bitch
any huge lady who has full control over her husband. 1-yo,n-gg-…that behemoth b-tch in the movie ‘norbit’ is an ideal wife according to all the dumb-ss feminists.yo better watch ya fine -ss while choosin’ ya chick.
- douche snackpack
the smallest stature of douche; a person of excessively miniscule height and size, devoid of muscle m-ss who is none the less a douche of the first degree. sh-t son that guy is such a douche snackpack he could blow away in a strong wind
- Chocolate lung
the act of inhaling another individual’s fecal matter. generally performed as an erotic deed. last week jimmy gave me the chocolate lung and i’m still fartin’ through my teeth. “hey tina, hows’about a chocolate lung?” “sorry steve, i’m all backed up today.”