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condom in back pocket 

it is a good luck charm during parties. It states that you will not get caught by the police.
thank god you put your condom in back pocket, i don't feel like getting cought.

black in back 

Another description of a chick with a big ass.
Damn, gurl, you sure can shake it. You black in back!

Black in Back 

The act of preforming anal sex in the back of a car with a black man or woman, while the track, "Back in Black," by ACDC is playing through the stereo system.
Tom: Why couldn't you make it to Jordan's party?

Matt: Don't tell him, but I was giving his mom a Black in Back

built-in back-rub reimbursement 

AKA "boobies", particularly if they're C-cup or larger. As we all know, a guy will grant 'most any ordinary request from a buxom gal while she's nestling her ample chest-pillows against him (especially if it's direct skin-to-skin contact), and so as long as she lovingly clasps him in her arms and "supplies" him with her soft warm comforting ta-tas pressed firmly against his chest as "payment" for his efforts, he'll keep massaging her back.
I sometimes get totally achy arms from giving Tiffany a three-quarter-hour-long back-rub, but how can I stop when she is continuously "recompensing" me for my services with her built-in back-rub reimbursement???

Don’t look back in anger. 

Don’t look back in anger — A realization that occurs once one is old enough to realize that what you once called some of the worse moments of your life were actually pretty damn awesome.

All the times you got your heart broken; and, all of the lovers you used to complained about to your friends while imbibing your favorite “complaint inducing drug of choice” were actually some of the greatest people you ever met during the most amazing part of your life.

And actually, your heart wasn’t really even really broken yet. That only happens when facing old age, sickness, and death and watching your friends and frenemies drop like The Ten Little Indians in the now politically incorrect childhood song.

Everything that has come before was like stretching before a long run…

…which feels like a too short of a run when you get to this part of the road. Nostalgia isn’t remembering the past; it’s living in the present as an echo of who you once were.

And if you don’t know what I’m talking about; then don’t worry.

You will.
Don’t look back in anger. There is something worse than a lover who drives you crazy; and that’s having no lover at all. There’s something worse than being catcalled on the street by construction workers; and that being invisible to the people who pass you by. It’s like the man who said: “I used to complain about my missing finger until I met a man who lost his hand.” I used to complain about my yesterdays until I started running out of tomorrows.

Don't Look Back In Anger 

But Don't Look Back In Anger, I heard you say.