an emotion somewhere between sadness, frustration and anger usually characterized by being confronted by a problem or situation which you have no capacity to resolve or overcome.
Ex 1. There are 50, 000 gallons of oil draining into the ocean in the gulf of mexico daily. It feels like onions.
Ex 2. When my boyfriend sold my priceless collection of pokemon cards on ebay, without telling me, for money to buy cigarettes, it felt like onions.
It's the unintelligable string of curse words that comes out when you're sleep deprived, drunk, or otherwise verbally incapacitated and is used to punctuate your speach.
I can't sleep on airplanes, so going into hour 26 without sleep, I greeted my relatives at the airport with modest enthusiasm and filled out my weak sentence structure with a cheerful expulsion of slurry.
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.
having an orgasm from hearing your own dry wit
*checking out sexy women's lingerie*
Patifus: *drowsymusing* huh, they should make this kind of thing for dudes. The matching tops and bottoms.
Narcifus: Really? Patifus. Really? Oh wait, Sarkgasm. Mmm-hmm.
The study of the mechanism that 'hubbies' use on their significant other's to extract results.
Leala: *grumpy, not in the mood*
Greg: I don't know if we should have sex anymore?
Greg: Well, it's just that you're not that good in bed.
Leala: No way, but I could do so much better, I promise. I'm going to show you right now.
Greg: The oppositology results are in. Greg one, leala zero.
What hippy-earth-mother babbles about when she's not laughing about cocaine.
Hippy-earth-mother: We should save the north australian tree-frog, but please also do save the pandas.
Stef: What the hell is the powdered white stuff on my shirt.
Hippy-earth-mother: LOLOLOLOLOL! COCAINE!!! LOLOLOLOLOL!!!!
A cantakerous highly volitile army veteran, he usually hangs out around queen and yonge. He's usually muttering to himself about korea and the gulf. No one can be fully sure when left eye lobo had his first lobotomy, but according to his some-what unreliable accounts chances are sometime after he blew up at his drill sergent and before he was dispatched as a guerilla. Left eye-lobo hates women as they remind him of his "ona" which means woman in japanese, and is what he uses to refer to his mother. When he's not slapping teenage girl's butts and offering to pay them two dollars for sexual favours he can be seen taking "kung fu" joy rides in his shopping cart.
Left Eye Lobo: Shut up, ona, I'm telling the story.
Me: Sure, 'cause you scare me.