what is this 'Shit Show'?
I heard kids using this phrase a lot lately (mostly on facebook)
I consulted the urban dictionary for this one and became educated, as well as particularly entertained by this definition:
“The most over-used reference to a night of intoxication with friends that ultimatley leads to moments of blackness and dissaray. Girls often refer to there nights as shit shows to help exaggerate the fact they only had two drinks and want an excuse to fuck brad the dickhead down the hall. The easiest way to tell someone is new to partying is by them referreing to a night as a shit show after 2006.”
honorable mention of other new slang that makes my ears bleed:
‘killin’ it"
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Heidi said:John: Heidi, have you listened to the new Vampire Weekend album yet?
Me: No.
John: Well you need to. It’s amazing. And awesome. And you’re totally missing out. And it’s the greatest. You should be listening to it. Like now.
Me: John, don’t be forcin’ it. I’ll get to it.
That’s not slang. That’s proper use of a phrase, albeit with poor pronunciation.
I tend to say “shit show” a lot. I guess that implies that I should keep better company.
i think “shit show” is hilarious and the perfect way to describe a person rather than an event. like, i’m sure new year’s eve for a lot of you was a true shit show, but imagine your life, your existence, being called a shit show. i’m sure you have some trainwrecks in your life that can be called that.
christina said:i think “shit show” is hilarious and the perfect way to describe a person rather than an event. like, i’m sure new year’s eve for a lot of you was a true shit show, but imagine your life, your existence, being called a shit show. i’m sure you have some trainwrecks in your life that can be called that.
Funny you mention New Years in relation to this, because mine absolutely was a shit show. I was in an emergency room as midnight came and went (not for myself), and I happened to leave an infinitely more fun party at my own house for that privilege.
Jay said:
Funny you mention New Years in relation to this, because mine absolutely was a shit show. I was in an emergency room as midnight came and went (not for myself), and I happened to leave an infinitely more fun party at my own house for that privilege.
That party was pretty awesome. I felt bad for you when I heard about your night the next morning.
A girl that was visiting my lady friend from out of town fell down a flight of stairs, smashed her face into the railing and slit her lip pretty good. It took several hours for her to get stitches. I did make friends with some dude from Harlem as we critiqued the Dick Clark special, which, coincidentally, was also a shit show.
Meanwhile, Sammy was “sleeping” in my bed, and people were getting drunk enough to put on my hockey equipment in spite of the rancid stench it imparts to anyone who comes near it.
Jay said:
Meanwhile, Sammy was “sleeping” in my bed, and people were getting drunk enough to put on my hockey equipment in spite of the rancid stench it imparts to anyone who comes near it.
I gave you a “No Hanky Panky Guarantee,” buddy, and I kept my goddamn word. The only action your bed saw was me reading Flatland by morning light, and an asshole cat climbing into your box spring one last time.
While the cat thing is probably annoying, it’s kinda funny to watch him walk around in there. It’s like watching someone from beneath a trampoline.
Sammy said:I gave you a “No Hanky Panky Guarantee,” buddy, and I kept my goddamn word. The only action your bed saw was me reading Flatland by morning light, and an asshole cat climbing into your box spring one last time.
While the cat thing is probably annoying, it’s kinda funny to watch him walk around in there. It’s like watching someone from beneath a trampoline.
Oh, well this is news to me. That fucking cat. I hate him so much.
Sammy said:Really? I thought everyone liked Dexter. He seems a very personable cat. He slept on my chest that one night after Tro’s boxing match. Spooned me even.
I hate cats in general. I wouldn’t hate this one so much, being that he is very un-cat-like, if he didn’t wake me up with his whining every weekend and do shit like he does to my boxspring.
John said:Clearly, Jay, you are just a cranky old man with no love in his heart. Those both sound like adorable cat things.
While this is probably true for a variety of other reasons, I look at it this way:
If I had a human roommate who sat outside my door at 6AM on a Saturday screaming until I woke up, and then ran away as soon as I opened my door, I would punch him in the face.
If I had a human roommate who went into my room, crawled under my bed, ripped open my boxspring and proceeded to hang out inside of it, I would punch him in the face.
It’s funny how the definition of “asshole” varies by species.
Jay said:John said:Clearly, Jay, you are just a cranky old man with no love in his heart. Those both sound like adorable cat things.
While this is probably true for a variety of other reasons, I look at it this way:
If I had a human roommate who sat outside my door at 6AM on a Saturday screaming until I woke up, and then ran away as soon as I opened my door, I would punch him in the face.
If I had a human roommate who went into my room, crawled under my bed, ripped open my boxspring and proceeded to hang out inside of it, I would punch him in the face.
It’s funny how the definition of “asshole” varies by species.
See, these both sound so hilarious that I think I would have to high five anyone doing either.