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petronize 

When you pet your dog with your foot and the affection is not appreciated as genuine affection.
Your dog: Hey man, don't pet me with your foot; Don't just petronize me! I know it's not your hand. Give me the goods!
petronize by PugLovers May 1, 2011
One of the world's most dominant religions. This religion is the only religion based on true facts; one might even call it science. It revolves around our mighty god "Pedro", and how his teachings have saved us all.

If you wish to learn more about the truth of the world, you might want to check out the preview version of "The Book of Pedro" which is the Pedronian equivalent of the bible.
Pope Jose I: "My children... Have you danced the macarena with the blood of the border patrol officer yet?"
Children: "Of course, our Pope! Pedronism is the world to live! Long live the churros!"
Pope Jose I: "Make sure to read the Book of Pedro! You can get it at bit.ly/1hnLzMo "
Pedronism by Pope Jose I May 3, 2014

Patronus 

A defensive spell which produces a sort of animal guardian; Charm used to protect one against dementors
Harry's patronus is a deer while Hermione"s is an otter.
Patronus by pepitalalalala December 26, 2019

petroshius 

That friend you’ve known so long that even after many years, it’s like no time has passed, and you can cut through the bullshit and have a real conversation.
I just had the most petroshius renuion.
petroshius by Vogel22 May 16, 2018

conjuring a patronus 

When you jerk off onto your stomach and chest and the pattern looks like a stag.
The other day I was jerking off and it was really cool - I ended up conjuring a patronus!
conjuring a patronus by kp-ob December 13, 2018

poetronics 

poetronics (po et ron iks) NOUN. Circuitry or software that writes poetry. One example is, "Poetry CreatOR 2," an online poetry generator (created by Jeff Lewis, Erik Sincoff with help from Darin and Thad Nicholson).
An example of poetronics:

The Dancing Lady
by Anonymous

A robin travels from the alarmed Fuckmuffins,
Where the size of the revolver was all that matters
Transferring out, into the distance, the red wagon kicks.
Thrice she said with flattering hairs and horny sighs.
The day wearies, the hunting of pandas is fruitless, come to my embrace
Ecstaticness washed over she like a listless thorn,
With a youthful cluck and a magnanimous conceive we pressed onward
Cast me down from heaven for lying of dark palaces.
So deal not with this once thy glorious TV repairman.
poetronics by Maxhole June 22, 2009