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What you get after fucking a guy in the ass when he hasn't taken a dump in a few days. A Penis covered in Poo.
Grandpa (in a pirate voice): arrrrrgggg, Billy. Me matey. Shiver me anus!
Billy: first mate reporting for duty!
Grandpa: 'tis a fine instrument you got there, Billy. All hands on the poop deck.
Billy: oh Gramps. Here it comes...
Grandpa: garrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr. That's the stuff.
10 minutes later:
Billy: awwwwww - sick. Grandpa, I have a Poonis.
Grandpa: yarrrr. Gross. Time for a colostomy bag...
Billy: first mate reporting for duty!
Grandpa: 'tis a fine instrument you got there, Billy. All hands on the poop deck.
Billy: oh Gramps. Here it comes...
Grandpa: garrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr. That's the stuff.
10 minutes later:
Billy: awwwwww - sick. Grandpa, I have a Poonis.
Grandpa: yarrrr. Gross. Time for a colostomy bag...
by Pollup October 3, 2008
Get the Poonis mug.Something you say when someone enthusiastically tells you about something that you think is retarded. It generally gives them the impression that you care, but provides an opportunity to get into a new conversation without being rude.
Excellent for dealing with co-workers who tell you about "their crazy weekend," when your weekend was in fact 18 times crazier and involved at least two activities that were illegal.
Excellent for dealing with co-workers who tell you about "their crazy weekend," when your weekend was in fact 18 times crazier and involved at least two activities that were illegal.
"Morning Charlie. Man, I had the craziest weekend ever! I had three beers and totally danced up a storm at the bar. It was the neatest time ever."
*(internal monologue): holy crap...this guy sucks ass. I wonder what he would say if I told him about my weekend. Let's see, I did about 16 grams of shrooms, chugged a bottle of whiskey, and then smoked a whole bunch of weed. Then I thought I saw Jesus and chased him down the street with an axe. I woke up in a pool of vomit in Mexico and had to hitch a ride back home with some illegal immigrants...
"Wow, Frank, that sure sounds like a lot of fun! Good times...Anyway - see you later."
*(internal monologue): holy crap...this guy sucks ass. I wonder what he would say if I told him about my weekend. Let's see, I did about 16 grams of shrooms, chugged a bottle of whiskey, and then smoked a whole bunch of weed. Then I thought I saw Jesus and chased him down the street with an axe. I woke up in a pool of vomit in Mexico and had to hitch a ride back home with some illegal immigrants...
"Wow, Frank, that sure sounds like a lot of fun! Good times...Anyway - see you later."
by Pollup December 25, 2007
Get the Good times mug.When a girl's vagina tastes a little funny. Sometimes the "mutton-esque" flavour comes on as the result of middle age.
When you eat out the snatch of an 18-year old girl, it tastes quite a bit like lamb chops.
But when you eat out some dirty old cougar, it tastes kinda wonky. A mutton cunt!
BAAAAAAA!
But when you eat out some dirty old cougar, it tastes kinda wonky. A mutton cunt!
BAAAAAAA!
by Pollup January 14, 2008
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by Pollup February 3, 2008
Get the Diarrhea Porn mug.A huge, disgusting, smelly, hairy, fat, half-ton lesbian. Wookie Dykes often make a loud, guttural sound when they are hungry for labia.
Barry: Frank...I'M SERIOUS....DO NOT TURN AROUND -
Frank: Why? (Frank turns around)What's going on?
Barry: Rickeeeeeeeeee - er, I mean FRAAAAAAAAAAAANK!
Frank: Barry. Give me that hash. Now. Hand it over. That's Rhonda, the wookie dyke. She's mostly harmless unless you get too close with food or another lesbian. Then you'd better watch out. She'll eat your arm.
Barry: Yeah, I noticed that huge scar on your...
Frank: Nevermind. Just stop being such a spaz and relax. And what was up with that "Rickeeeee" thing? That is seriously the last time I smoke hash with you. Jesus.
Frank: Why? (Frank turns around)What's going on?
Barry: Rickeeeeeeeeee - er, I mean FRAAAAAAAAAAAANK!
Frank: Barry. Give me that hash. Now. Hand it over. That's Rhonda, the wookie dyke. She's mostly harmless unless you get too close with food or another lesbian. Then you'd better watch out. She'll eat your arm.
Barry: Yeah, I noticed that huge scar on your...
Frank: Nevermind. Just stop being such a spaz and relax. And what was up with that "Rickeeeee" thing? That is seriously the last time I smoke hash with you. Jesus.
by Pollup January 14, 2008
Get the wookie dyke mug.The pubic hair of a woman with a ginger complexion. Gingers are redheaded and often have a large number of freckles either on their faces or possibly all over their bodies.
Given the rarity of true gingers, a ginger muff is often considered to be a topic of great excitement for men seeking the sexual conquest of a redheaded woman.
Given the rarity of true gingers, a ginger muff is often considered to be a topic of great excitement for men seeking the sexual conquest of a redheaded woman.
by Pollup December 25, 2007
Get the ginger muff mug.When the tensions between two or more rival gangs reaches a critical point in which the outcomes of any violent act would be devastating to all parties.
In the early 1990s, when Whitey's control over street gangs was much more pronounced, the main fear during a situation of Street Brinkmanship was that violence would spill into the suburbs and cause the hammer of the white devil to fall from the sky. As a result, Street Brinkmanship was maintained through the practice of having satellite affiliate gangs perform indirect attacks on gang assets through much milder warfare. The warfare was often set up to look like "some crackhead" got his hands on a gun and blew a whole bunch of motherfuckers away.
Into the early 2000s, however, Whitey's control over street gang activities became less obvious (although farther reaching and exponentially more sophisticated). Only the most intelligent gang members were able to steer their "Ghetto Pirate Ships" through the webs of deceit that were woven by evil "Prime Movers" who governed the urban underworld from back rooms in sinister-looking high-rises. It was imperative, therefore, for all gangs to protect the unsettled peace that was imposed upon them for fear of repercussions unimaginable to mortal men.
In the early 1990s, when Whitey's control over street gangs was much more pronounced, the main fear during a situation of Street Brinkmanship was that violence would spill into the suburbs and cause the hammer of the white devil to fall from the sky. As a result, Street Brinkmanship was maintained through the practice of having satellite affiliate gangs perform indirect attacks on gang assets through much milder warfare. The warfare was often set up to look like "some crackhead" got his hands on a gun and blew a whole bunch of motherfuckers away.
Into the early 2000s, however, Whitey's control over street gang activities became less obvious (although farther reaching and exponentially more sophisticated). Only the most intelligent gang members were able to steer their "Ghetto Pirate Ships" through the webs of deceit that were woven by evil "Prime Movers" who governed the urban underworld from back rooms in sinister-looking high-rises. It was imperative, therefore, for all gangs to protect the unsettled peace that was imposed upon them for fear of repercussions unimaginable to mortal men.
Crip #1: I wanted to fuck that motherfucker up, but my man, Slimey, will let "The Old Man in the Tower" know about it and he'll feed my family to pigs.
Crip #2: That's fucked, man. I wish it was like the old days where you could go out and blast a motherfucker without having to get permission from some old white dude. The Bloods been waitin' for this motherfuckin' shit and we's afraid to deliver.
Crip #1: Chill it, bro. Let's keep waitin'. I don't want get no cement shoes or nothin'. A niggah will get his own when he has it comin'. Maintain, motherfucker. Maintain the Street Brinkmanship. Let's get us some tacos.
Crip #2: A'ight.
Crip #2: That's fucked, man. I wish it was like the old days where you could go out and blast a motherfucker without having to get permission from some old white dude. The Bloods been waitin' for this motherfuckin' shit and we's afraid to deliver.
Crip #1: Chill it, bro. Let's keep waitin'. I don't want get no cement shoes or nothin'. A niggah will get his own when he has it comin'. Maintain, motherfucker. Maintain the Street Brinkmanship. Let's get us some tacos.
Crip #2: A'ight.
by pollup January 11, 2008
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