You’ll find them in any town or city where alcohol is sold, especially at weekends.
They’re interesting creatures to watch. And it’s surprising there hasn’t been a nature film made about them.
The production of pavement pizzas is out of control on a weekend. The Chunder Bunny is out. It’s a recently coined expression so there isn’t too much about it on the ‘net, but it comes from the word chunder.
For some of us, a warning of “chunder” isn’t just confined to what nastiness might come from the mouth. If your sophomore-year college dorm was enclosed in honeycomb-shaped cement so students wouldn’t get drunk and fall off their balconies, you might yell “chunder” as you urinate through the holes to avoid walking the long, late-night trek to the public bath.
Of course, for those of us “laughing at the grass” with particularly strong trajectory to clear the barrier, a yell of “chunder” would be appropriate to spewing the Chunky Soup.
In America, think back to the movie/”Saturday Night Live” skit “Wayne’s World,” where Wayne and Garth would frequently say they’re “going to hurl.”
There must be more words and expressions to describe these Chunder Bunnies, their siblings and the exotic brews they produce.
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