Ar⋅lene /ɑrˈlin/ Show Spelled Pronunciation ahr-leen
Someone possessing great beauty and kindness. Arlenes are generally good natured and soft spoken, but when startled or angered they internalize their rage and begin to gnaw on their fingers, when their intense anger finally boils over they often become violent and will seek revenge by performing a "Sunday" on your car. Arlenes tend to be very complex and have dual sides to their personalities. They can be at the same time very understanding and very insensitive. When observing an Arlene in the wild be on the look out for her special mating dance, it is unmistakable. No man can resist the lurid temptations of her dance. Once a Arlene has seduced you with her dance, there is no escape from her clutches. It has been noted that even in death there is no escape from the constant wanting and desire that she brings.
"Wow she really has you whipped, she must be a total Arlene!"
A bridesmaid who, upon learning that she's in the running for the position of Maid of Honour, begins to schmooze to tip the odds in her favour. This could include flattery, doing favours, buying gifts and other general ass-kissing.
Alvin: "What's with Mary? She never has time for me anymore"
Toni: "That's because she's too busy being Kate's bribesmaid"
Alvin: "Oh man, not again"
The severe feelings of anxiety someone develops from their alarm clock ringtone.
Often this anxiety is triggered when the person hears their alarm tone during normal day hours. Upon hearing the ringtone, the person usually feels disturbed or in need to quickly silence the phone as it brings about torturous feelings of being disturbed from a peaceful sleep.
Nathan: "What happened to your phone?"
Kelly: "My alarm clock ringtone went off during lunch by accident and I got a serious case of Ringtone Trauma so I threw it at the wall"
Nathan: "Are you ok?"
The act of covering someones car in the ingredients typically used for making a hot fudge sunday in an act of retaliation. Most often done in an inebriated state, outside creepy dive bars like the Cove.
I am wasted. why is my car handle sticky? Damn some one made a sunday on my car! Well at least it smells good.