Military jargon, occasionally written or spoken "WTFO"...while actually saying "What the fuck, over" what is implied is "Are you fucking shitting me?"
What the fuck, over...what PT Nazi came up with the idea of measuring percent body fat every month?
An erection characterized by distended, pulsating blue veins; an exceptionally hard hard-on.
Julie gave me a blue-veiner when she bent over to pick up the dozen or so Viagra I'd coughed out when she told me she liked men who wear velcro shoes.
Having preserved one's virtue by not having sex.
Jolene was a good girl by Arkansas standards, she'd been chaste by her male kinfolks but had never been caught.
That specialty in the medical profession that seems to attract doctors with large, outsized hairy knuckles and are loathe to trim their fingernails.
Dr. Hamfist, my proctologist, apologized for his recent weight gain and said he would be unable to remove his ring, but, that he would proceed gently.
A full diaper. To be full of shit.
Don Imus was right when he called Senator Schumer a pantload.
A physical fitness fanatic in the military who believes that six-pack abs, blond hair, blue eyes, Teutonic good looks, and 12% bodyfat will ensure his suvival in combat, his promotion in peacetime and a place in Valhalla in the afterlife; everyone else who doesn't look like a recruiting posterboy should have been a candidate for prenatal eugenics.
Hey, Master Chief...you might want to take the long way to building 501...there's a weight nazi hiding in the bushes a block up ambushing sailors with a tape....it's that same shitweasel who is pushing to switch the whole PRT system to metric!
A cry of angst.
As the first M-1 Abrams rolled into Baghdad, Saddam cried out, "Fuck me to tears", shaved his beard, donned a dress, lightly applied make-up and then slipped out the back door and joined the fleeing refugees.