GORDON's definitions
Time wasting/feckin' around
by Gordon April 2, 2003
Get the faffingmug. 
My home town. Like every other UK city ive been to. its innerds are depressing and dead, filled with the rotting skeletons of its industrial past. The town centre has almost no character, if you dont count the gangs and homeless. Its suburbs have some nice parts, but mostly not so nice parts. And you only have to walk 10 minutes before you hit another councel estate, with burnt out cars, scallys and shopping trolleys. It may be extremely multi cultured, but if you ask me, theres alot of ratial tension in the air.I dont consider myself racsist, but when you've been mugged 3 times, each time by a different gang of black youths, you have to ask yourself wether its a co-incidence you're white.
Birmingham does some nice currys
Birmingham is dead, like the rest of inner city UK.
Solihull is going the same way.
Birmingham is dead, like the rest of inner city UK.
Solihull is going the same way.
by Gordon March 22, 2004
Get the birminghammug. when someone takes a dump and the foul odor overtakes the rooms adjacent to the bathroom, at which time the person who took the dump tries to blame the stench on an unrelated source. happens when the social setting does not allow others affected to flat-out ask if the person just took a nasty dump, such as when it was an old person or your bosses wife. Name derived from a pervasive dropper of said bomb.
son: "what is that smell!!!???"
sons fiance: "yes it is very stinky, like how do you say....ummmm...sewer?"
mom: "Yes, I know, I called the front desk and told them to send maintenance because there must be something wrong. Someone will be right up."
moms husband: "I don't smell anything"
maintenance man: "there is nothing wrong with the sewer. someone dropped a st. pierre bomb in here. it'll clear up in a couple hours."
sons fiance: "yes it is very stinky, like how do you say....ummmm...sewer?"
mom: "Yes, I know, I called the front desk and told them to send maintenance because there must be something wrong. Someone will be right up."
moms husband: "I don't smell anything"
maintenance man: "there is nothing wrong with the sewer. someone dropped a st. pierre bomb in here. it'll clear up in a couple hours."
by gordon April 14, 2005
Get the st. pierre bombmug. by Gordon November 13, 2003
Get the Space Rubmug. Highly sought after by certain ladies, this delicacy is another term for the spitroast, where two gentlemen entertain one lady at the same time. Usually orally and vaginally, but other configurations are possible. The lady is obviously the "Tuna" in the aforementioned sandwich.
"My twin brother rang me and told me that his new girlfriend was hot for a threesome, but I wasn't sure until she came on the line and insisted on it. So I ended up serving up a hot tuna sandwich that afternoon."
by Gordon September 16, 2003
Get the Hot Tuna Sandwichmug. by Gordon October 14, 2004
Get the skeetermug.