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.
*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.