b’t up sn’po – Contraction. short for “beat up snappo”
;} v. to beat up a guy when you catch him licking out your dog by tying his nuts to a window sill and slamming the window shut.
Ex. Hey Luke and Alex, you wanna b’t up sn’po after lunch cause I found the sick fuck licking out my dog. Mitchell, you are extremely gay and you probably do lick out dogs you sick fuck.
blibalina – n. a rather extravagant otter with the personality of a dog that has just fallen out of a purple Lamborghini Diablo and started a new life in the sewer with the wife of a dead rat smeared with peanut butter. This otter also has a home business – making casual cupboards that fit into unconvincing corners.
Ex. He/she/it is a blibalina
barkle – v. to bark while circling, usually done by a dog.
Ex. Everytime I visit, my friend’s dog barkles all around me for several minutes.
aliak – v. to shoot a dog with a shotgun because you lost a limb
Alaskan Malimooch – n. a dog-like creature that lives in Alaska, but is not a dog…
afe – n. a dog with a horn on its nose
aaaaatl – v. to crap while eating dog poop
I wrote this on April 13, 2002.
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This dream was especially weird, but I can’t remember all the details. I remember I was just there, in the middle of a mall. I look in front of me, and the Wherehouse that I worked at (which wasn’t in a mall) was there.
Since I hadn’t worked there because of Spring Break, I decided to go inside and see what was happening in there.
It was Saturday, and the people I saw working there, I didn’t know, even though I worked on Saturdays. I waved to this guy I saw working there before, and he waved back. The whole store was different than before, it had stereos, satellites, and speakers, kind of like a Good Guys, on one side, and just a couple racks of CDs on the other side. It seemed like they did it all in one day.
The manager saw me and came over, saying, “hey, what are you doing here?” I said, “nothing, just checkin’ up on ya guys, what’s going on with all this stuff?” The manager said, “you like? We moved around the whole store!”
The manager went away, and I was just kinda looking at the stuff there for a long time, feeling ignored because nobody that was working there was talking to me.
I finally left, and went into the crowd of people outside the store. I started walking towards another place, like I needed to go there or something bad would happen. Or something.
Then I woke up. Later on today, a dog I had for 7 ½ years, since I was 9, died of cancer.