It’s crackers to slip a rozzer the dropsy in snide. = You’d be crazy to try to bribe a cop with counterfeit money.

Pensitivity101 wanted us to slang yer hook last week, and dropped some slang phrases/words for you.
Go on, give ’em your best shot! Have fun!

Fo-shizzle

This is what happens when you gorge yourself, and eat an entire package of Swedish fish.  Those things are full of water-soluble oils and paraffin wax.  They will lubricate your digestive system so well that you’ll spend more time sitting on the throne than Queen Elizabeth II.

Crunk

Crunk is the past participle of ‘Crank.’  I’ve been an old crank for so long, now that I’m retired, I’ve been designated an Honorary Crunk.

Booyah

That’s a compulsive heckler who can’t really decide whether he hates the performance…. or not.

Gnarly

It’s a mean, junkyard dog with a lisp.

Outtie

My strange uncle, who’s been on everybody’s gaydar for years, finally decided to start flying the LGBTQ+ Pride Flag.

Phat
It’s a Latin word for a person with an eating disorder.

What’s Crackalackin?

That’s how OB/GYNs tell boy babies from girl babies.

Cowabunga

You know how some seafood restaurants let you choose which lobster you want?….  I have to drive out to the farm, but my favorite steak-joint lets me do the same thing.
I’ll take the one with the big butt that looks like a Kardashian.

Ankle biter

Ankle-biters are a form of torture that many women inflict on themselves to attract men.  If they knew what they’d end up with, they’d choose a burqa and a Taser.  They are pairs of – if you’ll excuse the expression – shoes.  They begin at the front with a mediaeval thumbscrew type of cap, big enough for about one and a half toes, into which they jam all five – what comfort…

Behind this is a ramp, reminiscent of downhill skiing, perched on a ridiculously high heel.  There is often very little leather to contain the foot – apparently to satisfy foot fetishists, who give ‘ankle-biters’ a whole different meaning.  Therefore, they are held in place with tough leather straps, tightened down with buckles.

After an evening of dining and dancing, it’s a wonder that blood is not flowing down the leg, although pain and damage can be reduced by wearing Kevlar stockings.

All that and a bag of chips.

That’s my standard order at my neighbourhood drive-thru.  They know me.
May I take your order?
Yes.  I’d like….
Just pull up Archon, we’ve got it ready.