While we were making out on the couch, I had a good solid hard-on. But by the time we made it to her bedroom, I dropped wood. I couldn't get my boner back to save my life. My girlfriend said if I didn't quit dropping wood, we were finished.
An errant golf shot that fails to go airborne but skips very fast along the ground, never going higher than a foot or two. So fast, in fact, that the golf ball is figuratively fucking a bug. Called a Texas Bug Fucker by Texas golfers, and really by golfers everywhere.
Charlie topped the golf ball off the tea and it skittered so fast that it burned a path down the fairway. It was a real Texas Bug Fucker.