an appropriate weapon substitute for security guards; to be used instead of police tazers.
The mall security apprehended me after he saw me push the spacially inept cellphone user on the escalator with my hot tea mittens. He took me to the dumpster behind the mall where 3 other security guards surrounded me and all began to pumel me with their slinky of deaths.
In pimp circles this terminology is used to describe a ho's value on a spectral scale as pertaining to profit.
Jim-Jam: This ho be slack late, blud. Her asswage is less den Carmendy and Zircogna. I'm una introduce her to the stairs to be blunt.
L-Ices: Seen, seen, blud. Zharmay's asswage is getting real flo. When she get back from aborting the fetus umma make Desoynté bottom bitch.
Red tea is made by a 3/4 completion of the fermentation process required to make black tea. Hence the fermentation is more complete than oolong tea which sits at 1/2, green tea which is unfermented but kiln fired, and white tea which is completely raw and sundried.
Red tea know for it's unparalleled aroma is a serious force of nature to be reckonned with.
A person with the compulsion to negate everything you say, either because they're pissed they didn't think of it first, their neurotic need to say something even if they have no idea what they're talking about, or simply because they carry the 'evil-gene'.
Me: I think it'd be great if people would revert to tribalism.
Evil-Incarnate: ...I think that'd be crap, think of all the disease and shit flowing through the streets.
Me: Hypothetically speaking it could work. We have modern knowledge and wisdom to make it work.
Evil-Incarnate: People are corrupt and it would be anarchy in a matter of weeks.
Me: Relax. I was just being whimiscal.
Evil-Incarnate: ...you mean, being immature.
Me: Why, neggy?
Evil-Incarnate: You suck.
A helpful lad, who's always good at telling you what part of the latest trend you've failed to follow. He's always letting you know about cool new sexual apparatuses that never even existed before his beyotch read about them in cosmo. He's well versed in all the fresh urban lingo so he's great to have at the club to stop you from potentially making an ass of yourself. He may appear to be stern or short-tempered when correcting your mistakes but he only expects of you what he expects of himself.
Box Guy: You're not going to the club like that? We need to get you some hoop earings.
Lise: How about these silver ones my grandma gave me.
Box Guy: No way, think bigger.
Lise: Right, sorry.
Box Guy: Do you have a vagina pager, all the girls have those.
Lise: What kind of knob do you think I am?
Box Guy: No, no, no, don't say that in public. It's pronounced n00b.