Crispy Crittered
A term used by Philip Schneider, to describe what happened to his foot when an Alien shot him with it's energy beam
I was busy shootin' them pesky aliens, then one of them completely crispy crittered ma left foot.
crispy critter
When someone has gone to the tanning bed to a point when they are dark beyond any human recognition.
That tanning bed mama who toasted her child is one crispy critter.
crispy critters
firefighter paramedic slang for patients burned beyond recognition. Fourth and fifth degree burns, muscle and bone burning. Last stage before sixth degree burns, cremation (all tissue reduced to ash).
By the time we got there, the people trapped in the vehicle were crispy critters.
crispy critter
A person who has suffered extensive, usually fatal, burns.
Military slang, but applicable to the civilian world.
Military slang, but applicable to the civilian world.
There was one casualty in the hotel fire, a crispy critter.
crispy critter
Someone who has taken too much acid, mushrooms, or other hallucinogens and is now in a permanent state of being "crispy" or spaced out.
Lorien and her crispy critter friends are working on their plan to replenish the sun with hydrogen so we can all stay warm.
crispy critters
Memory loss due to smoking excessive amounts of marijuana. circa 1970s
Man does that dude has crispy critters, he can't even remember his own name.
Crispy Critters
Hippies, specifically. Can be used generally to describe people so high on drugs that they're "baked crispy".
In the words of C.W. McCall:
One day about four or five years ago
We is sittin' at the Conoco station
Kickin' tires, and swattin' flies
And discussin' the State of the Union
When right out in front of the Baptist church
Come a big ol' purple school bus
Had astrological signs upon it
And thirty-five hippies and dogs inside
About half of 'em went for the courthouse lawn
And them dogs commenced on the fireplug
Rest of 'em set there starin' at us
And I says, "Roy, go get your Flit gun"
He says, "Which is the hippies? And which is the dogs?"
I says, "Beats the hell outta me, Roy."
What they was, was a bunch a' them Crispy Critters
And their leader was a space cadet
One day about four or five years ago
We is sittin' at the Conoco station
Kickin' tires, and swattin' flies
And discussin' the State of the Union
When right out in front of the Baptist church
Come a big ol' purple school bus
Had astrological signs upon it
And thirty-five hippies and dogs inside
About half of 'em went for the courthouse lawn
And them dogs commenced on the fireplug
Rest of 'em set there starin' at us
And I says, "Roy, go get your Flit gun"
He says, "Which is the hippies? And which is the dogs?"
I says, "Beats the hell outta me, Roy."
What they was, was a bunch a' them Crispy Critters
And their leader was a space cadet