UrbanDictionary.com has a wonderful explanation, but in essence it is how you feel and how you look when some dumb motherfucker annoys the crap outta you!
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Yo dude, I angry pterodactyled this chick last night, and she was not pleased to say the least. As often happens, the Pink Sock became an unfortunate side-effect of the whole situation, and I was forced to chloroform her and leave her in a random unlocked car.
Actually, I believe that is more akin to the Bugsy Grundle. Which is generally when anyone gripes about anything that they really shouldn’t be griping about. The surrounding antagonists reply with “Meeehhr!” like Bugsy did. (Ex. “Meh! See? You’ll never get me alive copper! Meh!”)
The Angry Pterodactyl to me is incorrect in the Urban Dictionary. The real description is when the woman is folded, on her back and then spread in all fours, in the position of grabbing her own ankles. The man then ties her at the wrists to her own ankles, blind folds her and then gags her with his dirty underwear. He then proceeds to put in a video, or tape (whichever is handy, remember she is blind folded) the contents of which are the woman’s sister/best friend (or really any other woman) and the man participating in wild sexual behavior. The man then mounts the woman, as she begins to protest, thrashing about on her back with her bonded limbs, while making a sharp barking/moaning sound from her gagged mouth, while the man is cackling madly. Thusly, the angry pterodactyl.
Please submit the Bugsy Grundle to UrbanDictionary.com...
If you include a judo chop straight to the neck in your version of the Angry Pterodactyl, which I consider the true version Sir, then you will probably cause the intended reaction. However, you would probably have to rename it to the "Fuckin Pissed Off Pterodactyl That Can't Mother Fucking Breath"
Dear Mr. SpoiledHeeb,… Firstly I would like to make it known that the Urban dictionary has since refused any requests of mine to create dictionary lists based on my findings in the urban jungle sing that unfortunate bit with Heath Ledger. Sad business that. I have since been banned from explanations. Secondly I would like to extend my thanks to you on accepting my form of explanation rather than that hack site’s, however that would require yet another act I am prohibited from doing.
Mr. Barry “Meatballs” Rosenblatt, what you described above sounds like it was a combination of a few elements, including, but not altogether limited to, the Pink Sock, the Purple Ferret, the Rubble Blumper, the Pedo-File-pickup, and ending in the Bridgport-Scavenger Hunt.
Thank you for your time and continued interest. Mr. Kray-z-Kraut P. Grundlephuk. P.S. Is SpoiledHeeb more like,.. given too much stuff? Or that you have gone bad and smell. Or is it combination of the two?
I always thought the Bridgeport-Scavenger Hunt required a duck and a midget... and someone named 'Skunky' that didn't have any teeth ... you know what I mean! ;-)
Does the Rubble Blumper have anything to do with Barney Rubble and/or performing the Angry Lizard and a Portuguese Hot Plate on a pile of rocks?!
Lastly, the etymology of SpoiledHeeb usually means 'Spoiled JOO bastard', but there are times, especially after eating too much mexican, when it does mean ROTTEN JOO. Lots of fish are usually fed at this same time ;-)
I thought "spoiledheed" referred to the outcome of a bris gone wrong do the the Mohel sneezing at the moment of circumcision. This of course leading to an infected shmekl. i.e. "spoiledheeb"
It appears that there is a lot of anger channeled in to sexual acts being discussed here. Even more troubling is it all seems to be coming from Jews or those posing as Jews. Is this a byproduct of the "angry inch" or is it merely a racist smear campaign? Either way it’s as delightful as a Portuguese tea party. Count me in!!
Firstly SpoiledHeeb, no the Bridgeport-Scavenger Hunt involves a car-jacked vehicle, a naked woman with pale skin (preferably unconscious), a forty-deuce and one drug of the initiator’s choice. I can not really go into the way it begins, as the circumstances almost always vary, suffice it to say they almost always end the same. Secondly the aforementioned “duck, midget, and Skunky” routine is akin to the almost extinct “Shideshow SnickleLick” something that has been outlawed in most civilized countries for the past thirty-odd years since that unfortunate accident in the Ringling Brothers Barnum and Bailey’s Circus. You may of heard of it, they substituted a duck with an elephant and never found the midget. Thirdly the Rubble Blumper is something you have to experience more than explain. I once tried to explain it to a girl, and I had to initiate a Bridgeport-Scavenger Hunt. I consider it a lost opportunity.
I was not aware of the Jewish significance of most titles. I did a little research and came back with some interesting finds.
A man has an action named after him, titled the “Menorah Mangler.” Apparently he stuck all four fingers on each hand into the woman of his choice, spread her like hummus, and then rammed home his “Ninth Candle” while screaming; “SHA-MASH!!!!”
Another one referred to as the “Hebrew Hamknuckle” was an event only practiced during pass-over. Apparently the individual was asked to sixty-nine, and he didn’t appreciate the taste of the young lass, so while she started he would just play. When he reached climax, he shoved straight into her through, blew his load, and grabbed her external skin, then twisted, very, very hard. The twisted skin resembled a ham’s knuckle, and thusly no self respecting Judean would put it in their mouth.
Lastly there was the “Ninjew.” An act that while altogether innocuous is still fun and interactive. It is the act of copping a feel off of a rather large-chested young woman while sitting in Temple.
Thank you for your continued interest. Kray-z-Kraut P. Grundlephuk
As a young lad my Mum wanted me to learn the saxaphone. I practiced day and night to no avail. If only I had know of the rusty saxaphone and the joy that cums from practicing it. sighhhh
angry pocahontas 1) You need a slim, straight dark haired, tan or bronze skinned hottie. 2) You need to make love to her doggy style 3) You need to have a long feather.
As you bring you partner to climax you insert the feather into her love cheerio. As she is moaning in orgasmic delight and surprised anger you grab her by the hair and shove her face into a pillow or the bed then quickly pull her back up. Repeat this move as many times as possible. The broken-up moans mimic the sound of a stereotypical Indian. There you have it, one angry pocahontas "This little hottie took me back to her place last night. So I'm bone'en her doggy style and just as she's cum'in I notice a feather stick'in outa her down comforter. I couldnt resist, I had to give her the angry pocahontas. Man once she stopped shaken she chased me all over the apartment with a pocket knife."
It would seem that some manner of interest has drained from our loving blogstomp here. So in an attempt to reinvigorate it I will once again post one of the many interesting findings the streets of New York City have managed to grace me with. I performed what must have been the best act of my life the other night. We all know that the economy is hurting, and as such people have been using street walkers less and less. Well I got a good deal the other night. Apparently the woman I frequented in my youth has cum up-on hard times, (wow too many puns there) and has resorted to giving discounted rates. Well when I got her into the hotel, she was so tired, that after I washed her (ritual, I always clean my hookers) she fell asleep on the bed. Well $50 bucks is 50 bucks, and while I do have feelings I completely lack a soul, so I began to titty-fuck her. Only thing is, I hadn’t taken a shower myself yet and had some horrible Indian food that afternoon. I was near climax and didn’t want to stop to go take a four hour shit, so I crapped all over her stomach, and boom, came all over her neck, (luckily her hair was still up from the washing). I was thinking; “Wow this is the best feeling ever,…” and did not come up with a name right there and then. How does “The Stinky Pickle” sound? Or maybe “Shitty Titty Masalla?”
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Yo dude, I angry pterodactyled this chick last night, and she was not pleased to say the least. As often happens, the Pink Sock became an unfortunate side-effect of the whole situation, and I was forced to chloroform her and leave her in a random unlocked car.
Dear Mr. Rosenblatt,
Please follow up the Angry Pterodactyl with an Angry Moose or, even better, an Angry Pirate...
Actually, I believe that is more akin to the Bugsy Grundle. Which is generally when anyone gripes about anything that they really shouldn’t be griping about. The surrounding antagonists reply with “Meeehhr!” like Bugsy did. (Ex. “Meh! See? You’ll never get me alive copper! Meh!”)
The Angry Pterodactyl to me is incorrect in the Urban Dictionary. The real description is when the woman is folded, on her back and then spread in all fours, in the position of grabbing her own ankles. The man then ties her at the wrists to her own ankles, blind folds her and then gags her with his dirty underwear. He then proceeds to put in a video, or tape (whichever is handy, remember she is blind folded) the contents of which are the woman’s sister/best friend (or really any other woman) and the man participating in wild sexual behavior. The man then mounts the woman, as she begins to protest, thrashing about on her back with her bonded limbs, while making a sharp barking/moaning sound from her gagged mouth, while the man is cackling madly. Thusly, the angry pterodactyl.
Dear Kraut,
Please submit the Bugsy Grundle to UrbanDictionary.com...
If you include a judo chop straight to the neck in your version of the Angry Pterodactyl, which I consider the true version Sir, then you will probably cause the intended reaction. However, you would probably have to rename it to the "Fuckin Pissed Off Pterodactyl That Can't Mother Fucking Breath"
Dear Mr. SpoiledHeeb,…
Firstly I would like to make it known that the Urban dictionary has since refused any requests of mine to create dictionary lists based on my findings in the urban jungle sing that unfortunate bit with Heath Ledger. Sad business that. I have since been banned from explanations.
Secondly I would like to extend my thanks to you on accepting my form of explanation rather than that hack site’s, however that would require yet another act I am prohibited from doing.
Mr. Barry “Meatballs” Rosenblatt, what you described above sounds like it was a combination of a few elements, including, but not altogether limited to, the Pink Sock, the Purple Ferret, the Rubble Blumper, the Pedo-File-pickup, and ending in the Bridgport-Scavenger Hunt.
Thank you for your time and continued interest.
Mr. Kray-z-Kraut P. Grundlephuk.
P.S. Is SpoiledHeeb more like,.. given too much stuff? Or that you have gone bad and smell. Or is it combination of the two?
Dear Kraut,
I always thought the Bridgeport-Scavenger Hunt required a duck and a midget... and someone named 'Skunky' that didn't have any teeth ... you know what I mean! ;-)
Does the Rubble Blumper have anything to do with Barney Rubble and/or performing the Angry Lizard and a Portuguese Hot Plate on a pile of rocks?!
Lastly, the etymology of SpoiledHeeb usually means 'Spoiled JOO bastard', but there are times, especially after eating too much mexican, when it does mean ROTTEN JOO. Lots of fish are usually fed at this same time ;-)
I thought "spoiledheed" referred to the outcome of a bris gone wrong do the the Mohel sneezing at the moment of circumcision. This of course leading to an infected shmekl. i.e. "spoiledheeb"
It appears that there is a lot of anger channeled in to sexual acts being discussed here. Even more troubling is it all seems to be coming from Jews or those posing as Jews. Is this a byproduct of the "angry inch" or is it merely a racist smear campaign? Either way it’s as delightful as a Portuguese tea party. Count me in!!
Firstly SpoiledHeeb, no the Bridgeport-Scavenger Hunt involves a car-jacked vehicle, a naked woman with pale skin (preferably unconscious), a forty-deuce and one drug of the initiator’s choice. I can not really go into the way it begins, as the circumstances almost always vary, suffice it to say they almost always end the same.
Secondly the aforementioned “duck, midget, and Skunky” routine is akin to the almost extinct “Shideshow SnickleLick” something that has been outlawed in most civilized countries for the past thirty-odd years since that unfortunate accident in the Ringling Brothers Barnum and Bailey’s Circus. You may of heard of it, they substituted a duck with an elephant and never found the midget.
Thirdly the Rubble Blumper is something you have to experience more than explain. I once tried to explain it to a girl, and I had to initiate a Bridgeport-Scavenger Hunt. I consider it a lost opportunity.
I was not aware of the Jewish significance of most titles. I did a little research and came back with some interesting finds.
A man has an action named after him, titled the “Menorah Mangler.” Apparently he stuck all four fingers on each hand into the woman of his choice, spread her like hummus, and then rammed home his “Ninth Candle” while screaming; “SHA-MASH!!!!”
Another one referred to as the “Hebrew Hamknuckle” was an event only practiced during pass-over. Apparently the individual was asked to sixty-nine, and he didn’t appreciate the taste of the young lass, so while she started he would just play. When he reached climax, he shoved straight into her through, blew his load, and grabbed her external skin, then twisted, very, very hard. The twisted skin resembled a ham’s knuckle, and thusly no self respecting Judean would put it in their mouth.
Lastly there was the “Ninjew.” An act that while altogether innocuous is still fun and interactive. It is the act of copping a feel off of a rather large-chested young woman while sitting in Temple.
Thank you for your continued interest.
Kray-z-Kraut P. Grundlephuk
Dear Readers of The Angry Pterodactyl,
It seems that certain readers of this blog misconstrued some of the posted comments to be antisemitic or racist in nature.
Fortunately, that is EXACTLY what they are! Alllright!!!!
Also, the Menorah Mangler should not be confused with the HANUKAH HUMPER or the EIGHT NIGHTS of the ANGRY BALD EAGLE.
Please be aware that the POTATO PANCAKE PUMPER should only be performed on the 8th night of Hanukah facing towards Bloomingdales!!!
There has been some speculation as to whether clowns are happy or just evil freaks...
Here is proof that Happy Clowns do exist in the wild.
Unfortunately, confirming their existance has proven difficult.
I would imagine that happy clowns do not suffer from anemia or osteoporosis
As a young lad my Mum wanted me to learn the saxaphone. I practiced day and night to no avail. If only I had know of the rusty saxaphone and the joy that cums from practicing it. sighhhh
angry pocahontas
1) You need a slim, straight dark haired, tan or bronze skinned hottie.
2) You need to make love to her doggy style
3) You need to have a long feather.
As you bring you partner to climax you insert the feather into her love cheerio. As she is moaning in orgasmic delight and surprised anger you grab her by the hair and shove her face into a pillow or the bed then quickly pull her back up. Repeat this move as many times as possible. The broken-up moans mimic the sound of a stereotypical Indian. There you have it, one angry pocahontas
"This little hottie took me back to her place last night. So I'm bone'en her doggy style and just as she's cum'in I notice a feather stick'in outa her down comforter. I couldnt resist, I had to give her the angry pocahontas. Man once she stopped shaken she chased me all over the apartment with a pocket knife."
It would seem that some manner of interest has drained from our loving blogstomp here. So in an attempt to reinvigorate it I will once again post one of the many interesting findings the streets of New York City have managed to grace me with.
I performed what must have been the best act of my life the other night. We all know that the economy is hurting, and as such people have been using street walkers less and less. Well I got a good deal the other night. Apparently the woman I frequented in my youth has cum up-on hard times, (wow too many puns there) and has resorted to giving discounted rates. Well when I got her into the hotel, she was so tired, that after I washed her (ritual, I always clean my hookers) she fell asleep on the bed. Well $50 bucks is 50 bucks, and while I do have feelings I completely lack a soul, so I began to titty-fuck her. Only thing is, I hadn’t taken a shower myself yet and had some horrible Indian food that afternoon. I was near climax and didn’t want to stop to go take a four hour shit, so I crapped all over her stomach, and boom, came all over her neck, (luckily her hair was still up from the washing). I was thinking; “Wow this is the best feeling ever,…” and did not come up with a name right there and then. How does “The Stinky Pickle” sound? Or maybe “Shitty Titty Masalla?”
Mr. Kray-z-Kraut P. Grundlephuk
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