Husband: Suppose we'll be having sexual intercourse tonight, dear?
Wife: Oh yes, definitely, sweetheart!
Husband: Anything in particular you'd like me to do?
Wife: Yes! I love it when you rub your penis on my twat penis, baby! Now let me make a man out of you!
Husband: Excuse me, dear, but what in the hell is a "twat penis?"
Wife: Go look it up in the Urban Dictionary, honey! Then give me nine inches and make it HURT!
Husband: Oh no, not again! I'll have to screw you three times and knock you over the head with a frying pan!
(n.) The opening to any body cavity (or mechanical masturbatory device) into which the penis can be inserted for sexual gratification.
When the possessor of a particular hole or orifice is a living individual, he/she also experiences sexual gratification. In this case, the term “love crater” can refer to:
1. the mouth (cake hole);
2. the vagina (if applicable: pussy, snatch, twat, cunt, meat wallet), or
3. the anal sphincter (asshole, balloon knot, dumphole, fudge factory, ring-piece).
In the case of solitary mechanical masturbation, the term can also refer to:
1. one's curled-up fingers, or the fist;
2. a jar of cold cream;
3. a melon (such as a cantaloupe); or
4. a vacuum cleaner hose (not recommended by this author).
Husband: Suppose we’ll be having sexual intercourse tonight, dear?
Wife: Oh yes definitely, sweetheart!
Husband: Anything in particular you’d like me to do?
Wife: Yes! I want full-length cock-stabbing penetration of my well-rimmed love crater, honey! Now let me make a man out of you!!
Husband: But darling, into which love crater do you wish for me to insert my penile member?
Wife: All three, baby! Now let’s cut the crap and get naked and nasty, all right?! Aaarrrgghhh-shlurp-shloosh...
(v. gerund) A euphemism for really puking one's guts out to the max... major vomiting action.
See also: blowing lunch
and barf meat
Betty: Did you enjoy the party last night, Rob?
Rob: Yes, but I drank too much and I upchucked all night long.
Betty: So did I!!! I was blowing lunch until two o'clock this morning.
Rob: I'm sure I swallowed some barf meat.
Betty: Did it taste good?
Rob: Hell NO, bitch! What kind of pervert do you think I am?
Betty: Oh, I don't think you're a pervert, dude. I only asked because the baloney sandwich I had for lunch yesterday tasted better when I was tossing the toenails earlier this morning.