Euphemism for ejaculation.
by 535 March 07, 2011
Get the Dong sneezemug. The specific Birmingham Saddleshank wherein the target of a window is reduced to the target of an awaiting anus in a window.
Steve: Hold on, Dave, I’ve just gotta wind the window down, lean my arse out of it and take a dump, I don’t think we’ll be off the Birmingham ringroad before I have to open the brown blast-doors.
Dave: Go for it.
Steve: Oh yeah, that’s the stuff.
Dave: Oh... my... cuntfucking... God...
...
Screech of a Mighty Hawk: SOUTHAMPTON SIDESADDLE
Dave: Go for it.
Steve: Oh yeah, that’s the stuff.
Dave: Oh... my... cuntfucking... God...
...
Screech of a Mighty Hawk: SOUTHAMPTON SIDESADDLE
by 535 October 09, 2012
Get the Southampton Sidesaddlemug. The endeavour to lean out of one’s car window whilst driving on a road with at least two lanes and with willy unsheathed to insert said willy into the open window of other cars travelling in the same direction (this latter part is important lest one expects to receive a brutal dicklashing).
‘Deftly, Turpin lowered himself to Black Bess’s side, her muscles writhing powerfully under his soles as she galloped as a shadow in the fog, drawing ever closer to the magistrate’s coach. With one hand still clinging to his steed, he lowered his britches in preparation for the impending Birmingham Saddleshank.
The magistrate could hear the crescendo of galloping behind him rising with his nervous heartbeat, until thrust through his window was the most foul of phalluses accompanied by the scream of his coachman and the growl of Hell’s own brimstone: “Magistrate, your money or your wig all pissed on.”’ – Black Bess; or, The Knight of the Road by William Harrison Ainsworth
The magistrate could hear the crescendo of galloping behind him rising with his nervous heartbeat, until thrust through his window was the most foul of phalluses accompanied by the scream of his coachman and the growl of Hell’s own brimstone: “Magistrate, your money or your wig all pissed on.”’ – Black Bess; or, The Knight of the Road by William Harrison Ainsworth
by 535 October 09, 2012
Get the Birmingham Saddleshankmug. The process by which a man, having stimulated himself to a degree great enough to have obtained a boner, just at the point that his beloved crouches down to suckle upon his manhood, spins around so that his phallous collides verily with her cheek and allows him to fart on her face.
Deidre: What's that black about, Elizabeth?
Elizabeth: A Whirling Dervish from Reginald.
Deidre: Oh, Is that why your face smells?
Elizabeth: No.
Elizabeth: A Whirling Dervish from Reginald.
Deidre: Oh, Is that why your face smells?
Elizabeth: No.
by 535 March 07, 2011
Get the Whirling Dervishmug. Christopher Lee, wearing a skirt, stoically allowed himself a defiant Ballroom Dance in the face of oncoming traffic.
by 535 October 09, 2012
Get the Ballroom Dancemug. The insanely unrealistic twisting two homosexual men would have to do to in order that they would each be simultaneously penetrating the other. In the ass.
No mouthsies!
No mouthsies!
‘Darth Vader looked at the drop of sweat rolling down Möbius’s back, over the taint and on to the top of his face, which finally fell sensuously off his nose and into his mouth. From the single twist of Möbius’s sinewy back and the way he was giving himself head, Darth knew he was in for a treat of hyperspatial Brighton Yoga.’ – Probably some fanfiction somewhere.
by 535 February 21, 2012
Get the Brighton Yogamug. Rolling down a hill of more than 45 degree incline whilst fucking. If no ejaculation has occurred prior to reaching the bottom, it is NOT a Powysian Break-dance. It is a FAILURE.
‘Many thousands of years ago, it was rumoured that the Powysian Break-dance was performed as a Satanic blood-letting ritual performed by limbless midgets’ - Spinal Tap.
by 535 October 09, 2012
Get the Powysian Break-dancemug.