"OMFG!" cried Sara, who heard her from the adjoining stall, "did the bastard mape you?"
"Yeah, we were dancing for like a minute cuz i thought it was kinda funny that he looked exactly like the Shermanator, he said I looked like Pamela Anderson, and then next thing I knew he giving me a mouth woopy, smothering my screams of protest!"
"Dayum... did he slip the tongue?"
"Yeah and now I'm literally scarred for life... hes a real tongue biter!"
They usually burn with their own måpe outside nearest fast-food place, looking for horny fjortisar (Fjortis => pl. Fjortisar)
"That shirt is really mape..." said Chad, pointing at a crappy Mecca brand T-shirt.
"I hope a mape doesn't steal my bike..."