by cunt-flaps November 21, 2010
The most congested merging of roads in Minneapolis. The point where 35W and 62 meet in a traffic mess.
Person 1: "How do you go home from work?"
Person 2: "I take 35W"
Person 1: "Oh that sucks."
Person 2: No, my exit is before spaghetti junction."
Person 2: "I take 35W"
Person 1: "Oh that sucks."
Person 2: No, my exit is before spaghetti junction."
by Fedboy February 8, 2005
by Emily Staats October 3, 2008
I never thought it would happen
With me and the girl from Clapham
Out on the windy common
That night I ain't forgotten
When she dealt out the rations
With some or other passions
I said "you are a lady"
"Perhaps" she said. "I may be"
We moved in to a basement
With thoughts of our engagement
We stayed in by the telly
Although the room was smelly
We spent our time just kissing
The Railway Arms we're missing
But love had got us hooked up
And all our time it took up
I got a job with Stanley
He said I'd come in handy
And started me on Monday
So I had a bath on Sunday
I worked eleven hours
And bought the girl some flowers
She said she'd seen a doctor
And nothing now could stop her
I worked all through the winter
The weather brass and bitter
I put away a tenner
Each week to make her better
And when the time was ready
We had to sell the telly
Late evenings by the fire
With little kicks inside her
With me and the girl from Clapham
Out on the windy common
That night I ain't forgotten
When she dealt out the rations
With some or other passions
I said "you are a lady"
"Perhaps" she said. "I may be"
We moved in to a basement
With thoughts of our engagement
We stayed in by the telly
Although the room was smelly
We spent our time just kissing
The Railway Arms we're missing
But love had got us hooked up
And all our time it took up
I got a job with Stanley
He said I'd come in handy
And started me on Monday
So I had a bath on Sunday
I worked eleven hours
And bought the girl some flowers
She said she'd seen a doctor
And nothing now could stop her
I worked all through the winter
The weather brass and bitter
I put away a tenner
Each week to make her better
And when the time was ready
We had to sell the telly
Late evenings by the fire
With little kicks inside her
This morning at four fifty
I took her rather nifty
Down to an incubator
Where thirty minutes later
She gave birth to a daughter
Within a year a walker
She looked just like her mother
If there could be another
And now she's two years older
Her mother's with a soldier
She left me when my drinking
Became a proper stinging
The devil came and took me
From bar to street to bookie
No more nights by the telly
No more nights nappies smelling
Alone here in the kitchen
I feel there's something missing
I'd beg for some forgiveness
But begging's not my business
And she won't write a letter
Although I always tell her
And so it's my assumption
I'm really up the junction
I took her rather nifty
Down to an incubator
Where thirty minutes later
She gave birth to a daughter
Within a year a walker
She looked just like her mother
If there could be another
And now she's two years older
Her mother's with a soldier
She left me when my drinking
Became a proper stinging
The devil came and took me
From bar to street to bookie
No more nights by the telly
No more nights nappies smelling
Alone here in the kitchen
I feel there's something missing
I'd beg for some forgiveness
But begging's not my business
And she won't write a letter
Although I always tell her
And so it's my assumption
I'm really up the junction
by Death Menace July 24, 2022
An act of anal sex when the male puts curry or any spice on his dick, while in he must say "Choo-Choo" or "Let me punch your ticket" over and over until done
I performed a Curry Junction on your mom last night.
I burnt my dick when performing a Curry Junction.
I burnt my dick when performing a Curry Junction.
by J.O.B May 7, 2009
I had a quick stop at the grand junction yesterday when my ex showed up at my private residence, uninvited and unannounced, inappropriately begging me for a second chance again (all while she has a new girlfriend, preferably).
by Shegoingthruit April 8, 2018
A phrase used by an Eastern Suburbs single-sex private school gentleman to an elegant lady of from equally ostentatious school to allure them to maccas at the local mall. While most commonly used in the intricate inner workings of a Snapchat DM on a Friday afternoon, it may also used on Google Hangouts.
by lambertoghini March 8, 2020