3. Garlic (helps relief colds and flu's)
4. Pepper + Salt
5. Grandmothers secret shloppy sauce with assistance from Pop.
6. Dingle-berries fresh from the gooch of a close relative (preferable Aunty Norma)
7. Corn-relish mixed with out-of-date (woolworth limited) milk, with a touch of fore-head grease.
8. Your dad's Smegma (built up crud and crust from inbetween foreskin and penis)
9. Weet-bix, left exposed to the sun for 3 weeks, allowing the brewing of nature scents.
10. 10ml of water (no more, no less)
This shloppy concoction is poured vigorously down any open crevasse of one's desire. Allow the mixture of pure ingredients to settle and shlopify into the essence of one's body and soul. Once achieved, one will feel uplifted, enlighted, and may find oneself dead. This is an experience that is unforgivable yet imperative for one to complete before death. There is one vital rule that can only assure festivities of shlop, that being, numerous people must attend/participate (otherwise, not being a fest).
"ahhh, yeah what is it?"
"Search 'Schlopfest' on UrbanDictionary.com"
*later, after Gazza searches this definition*
"Sure brew, im in, do u want me to bring the shloppy sauce or the dingle-berries, I dont mind"
"Naa thats fine, I already have them in ample supply, you just bring the water yeah?"
"Alright, sounds good"
"Anyways, how was your day?"