diered
Dier
dick dier
a phrase used by no-one. This epic definition describes when something is so dier its actually dick. for the record i used it once.
Example:
*playing footy*
conor: shoots just above the crossbar in the corner of the goal so it doesn't go in
kallum: jeez that shot was dick dier
or
lewis: Tottenham's defense is so bad its dick dier. *proceeds to chuckle by himself*
*playing footy*
conor: shoots just above the crossbar in the corner of the goal so it doesn't go in
kallum: jeez that shot was dick dier
or
lewis: Tottenham's defense is so bad its dick dier. *proceeds to chuckle by himself*
geg dier
Eric Dier
Example:
You played like Eric Dier
You played like Eric Dier
Dier
diere
Example:
your so bad, your diere.
your so bad, your diere.
diere prediction
Refers to any horrendous-possible-future-event statement like, "You will almost certainly drop dead if you don't buy/do this" that is made by someone who often is just selfishly trying to manipulate you into bowing to their wishes/ideas. Under ordinary circumstances, about the only type of thing that would be of valid concern would be something like smoking or taking certain medications.
Example:
During my visit to the ER with acute pleurisy during the late fall of '02, the doctor --- probably in a selfish effort to further milk MaineCare --- attempted to scare me into having my appendix removed by informing me that I would "very likely" not survive unless I had that operation. I knew that it was just an inflamed pleural sac, though, so in spite of the doctor's diere prediction, I said no thank you, and took a cab home. My sister gave me some calcium pills and I rested in bed for most of the morning and afternoon, and then the following day I was actually recovered enough to "bundle up like a mummy" and walk a mile through the bitter cold to visit some friends. That was well over fifteen years ago, and I'm still alive and kickin'!
During my visit to the ER with acute pleurisy during the late fall of '02, the doctor --- probably in a selfish effort to further milk MaineCare --- attempted to scare me into having my appendix removed by informing me that I would "very likely" not survive unless I had that operation. I knew that it was just an inflamed pleural sac, though, so in spite of the doctor's diere prediction, I said no thank you, and took a cab home. My sister gave me some calcium pills and I rested in bed for most of the morning and afternoon, and then the following day I was actually recovered enough to "bundle up like a mummy" and walk a mile through the bitter cold to visit some friends. That was well over fifteen years ago, and I'm still alive and kickin'!