| 1. | choke The Goose up! | ||
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drinking Grey Goose (and holding the bottle by the neck of "the Goose") F#*! It's been a tough day....let's go out and choke The Goose up!!! Whoop!
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| 2. | Goose Necked | ||
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When a women performs oral sex while the male encounter hold her neck as you would in a headlock. Moving the head of the female encounter up and down rapidly. Alexa was goose necked this weekend by Spoony who is very grimy.
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| 3. | goose noose | ||
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Alternate name for plastic rings on a six-pack of beer. Please cut up that goose noose, before throwing it into the ocean. They are know to choke animals.
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| 4. | William Shakespeare | ||
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A man from history that wrote plays pomes and other things that you can barly understand and half the words sound made up. The Tragedy of Macbeth
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by William Shakespeare ACT I SCENE I. A desert place. Thunder and lightning. Enter three Witches First Witch When shall we three meet again In thunder, lightning, or in rain? Second Witch When the hurlyburly's done, When the battle's lost and won. Third Witch That will be ere the set of sun. First Witch Where the place? Second Witch Upon the heath. Third Witch There to meet with Macbeth. First Witch I come, Graymalkin! Second Witch Paddock calls. Third Witch Anon. ALL Fair is foul, and foul is fair: Hover through the fog and filthy air. Exeunt SCENE II. A camp near Forres. Alarum within. Enter DUNCAN, MALCOLM, DONALBAIN, LENNOX, with Attendants, meeting a bleeding Sergeant DUNCAN What bloody man is that? He can report, As seemeth by his plight, of the revolt The newest state. MALCOLM This is the sergeant Who like a good and hardy soldier fought 'Gainst my captivity. Hail, brave friend! Say to the king the knowledge of the broil As thou didst leave it. Sergeant Doubtful it stood; As two spent swimmers, that do cling together And choke their art. The merciless Macdonwald-- Worthy to be a rebel, for to that The multiplying villanies of nature Do swarm upon him--from the western isles Of kerns and gallowglasses is supplied; And fortune, on his damned quarrel smiling, Show'd like a rebel's whore: but all's too weak: For brave Macbeth--well he deserves tha... |
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