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Shut up you're in my ass (stom ta pe ata batahat shli, from hebrew)

Used as an enhanced silence request.
You're in my ass or 'ata batahat shli' is used to emphasize
that you are not interested in what the other guy has to say.
someone:Hey i don't like what the fuck is going on here
you: Shut up you're in my ass (stom ta pe ata batahat shli, from hebrew)

shut up you meg

Person 1: (says something stupid)
Person 2: shut up you Meg
shut up you meg by Ceryss_xx April 28, 2019

shut up you female! 

A mad insult.

First said by Booth on August 11 2022.

Note: The opinions held by the one who says this may not necessarily represent the views of ZaneyP00.
Mix & Match: *speaks*

Booth: "Shut up you female!"
shut up you female! by ZaneyP00 August 22, 2022

shut up you're my shut up 

A phrase for when someone you love won't shut up about fucking you.
Caleb kept saying how much he wanted to have sex with karter so carter said "shut up you're my shut up"

oi shut up you neek your bare clapped mate 

you will hear this when you try to steal a Roadmans "bird"
"yeah bruv this is my bird emily she bare fit"

another kid: "oi shush man ill bang your mum"

"whayyy your hard arent ya mate"

kid 2 "isnt that you gyal over there?shes with another man"

"ay bruv what you sayin? my gayl cheating???nahhh"

(he goes over to his gal)

"oi mate what you doing with my gal"

kid 3 "bruv back off she prefers me innit"

"oi shut up you neek your bare clapped mate"

my mouth hasn't shut up about you since you kissed it. 

My mouth hasn't shut up about you since you kissed it. The idea that you may kiss it again is stuck in my brain, which hasn't stopped thinking about you since, well, before any kiss. And now the prospect of those kisses seems to wind me like when you slip on the stairs and one of the steps hits you in the middle of the back. The notion of them continuing for what is traditionally terrifying forever excites me to an unfamiliar degree
my mouth hasn't shut up about you since you kissed it. The idea that you may kiss it again is stuck in my brain, which hasn't stopped thinking about you since, well, before any kiss. And now the prospect of those kisses seems to wind me like when you slip on the stairs and one of the steps hits you in the middle of the back. The notion of them continuing for what is traditionally terrifying forever excites me to an unfamiliar degree

alex turners love letter to alexa chung