Tuesday, May 18, 2010


noun. Wheels of the damned. I mean, the dumb. Duh.

Real citation: "A TransAm’s inherent awesomeness was kicked up a significant notch with an impressive burnout demonstration (a symbolic representation of the young buffoon’s ever-so-agile sperm motility, though he likely wasn’t thinking about that, or much else) at Sunset and Western avenues. But the symbolic display of reproductive prowess took a humiliating plummet when the mouth-breathermobile slammed into a fire hydrant, unleashing a prematurely orgasmic fountain of wa-wa. As the dethroned cock-o’-the-block scurried away like a scared kitten in his crumpled chariot, an angered neighbor phoned police with a profanity-peppered report of the incident. As emergency forces sped to the scene, police handily located the slammed TransAm going nowhere fast on Boyd Road. Burnout Boy was returned to the scene to face the music, which took the form of police radios and a witness saying something along the lines of, 'Yeah, that’s him.' The on-call Public Works tech responded and turned off the water."
(May 13, 2010, Kevin L. Hoover, The Arcata Eye, http://www.arcataeye.com/2010/05/when-hobbits-go-wrong-only-a-buzzkill-from-the-skies-can-slow-%E2%80%99em-down-%E2%80%93-may-13-2010/)

Made-up citation: "Don't get between a mouth-breather and his mouth-breathermobile--unless you have a nice sharp knife."

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