O'Marra
A tiny ass town up north of Fort Worth where horses run wild and a European poet named Laura wrote bad poems about them. It became a stupid slang in the 70s when college kids thought they were smart.
Hey man, you’re an O’Marra, I can tell by the way you talk and the way you smell.
My professor is an O’Marra, he wears a hat and talks about horses like they’re his ex.
That kid in the back is an O’Marra, he draws horses on his math tests.