I'm not sure if I'm doing this right but...
1. flibble: This is a word mutation describing the act of rippling stomach fat. Basically, I butcher words and then staple parts of them to other parts of other words with no kind of pattern or structure. Another example would be iggly which is ugly + jiggly that is also used to describe the act of rippling stomach fat (do I seem a little preoccupied with something?) but as you can see I really just took the j off of jiggly, and it's sort of already a pokemon, so I don't think it's a proper display of my skills as a word smith. Flibble (pronounced Fuh-lih-ble) is perhaps my greatest testament to both my creativity and idiocity (which isn't a word either).
2. Mr. Hake: Goes by many titles all of which are lies. They include "Tom Cruise," "The Italian Stallion," "Teacher," and "Man." But do not let this brazen, Psychedelic T sporting wrestler fool you. I'm fairly certain he merely wields his position as "educator" to excuse his need to fondle young boys and accuse people of things they did not invent/say/do. His love of big meat and aliens make him lovable, until you look into his tiny, soulless black eyes and realize there ain't nothing there but the absence of love. I will give you all of mine Mr. Hake, and fill you back up again with what you so desperately need. Maybe then you will get your own classroom.
3. Mr. Case dance: I can't even believe I forgot about this! It is only the greatest dance ever choreographed! So easy to pull off; you just need a jacket and some skills on the dance floor. Football games were always more amusing when we stood at the top of the bleachers and danced for Mr. Case (a man who knew a thing or two about the art of presentation). Ever since he shoved his hairy leg in my face and asked me to tie his shoes, I knew it was meant to be. Thus, a tribute to the man who brought us so many victories on and off the field.
4. ponuttle: My world was shaken when I realized that the snack is actually called P. Nuttles (a small nut in place of a period) but I'll never take it back. Ponuttle is when you get schooled at Yahtzee or when your shoe falls off and you step in something gross or when a cute boy tells you you've something in your teeth. It is also a "slap in the face victory screech" as in "You got ponuttled!" accompanied by pelvic thrusting and crude hand gestures. Trinity Presbyterian has brought me many joys, but none so great as the vending machines stocked to the brim with these salty sassy snacks that are easily misread.
5. Freefalling (the song): Can you say hole-in-one? Booyah? Shazam? Because Freefalling captures the spirit of a generation and also grants whoever hears it mad mini golf skills. There is nothing else to say, besides majestic.