Feeling the need to place an inanimate object into your rectum.
Wow you sure put that cucumber way up there ! Yeah I was defiantly feeling wardish today.
a mutt language which is a presumed to be a combination of an inability to form cohesive thoughts with an innate instinct to revert to speaking Yiddish.
Roommate: Hey Steve how did the repairman turn the furnace on??
Steve: Ha, ya'whad! who?..its a secret..secret man. what furnace? You called a plumber?
Roommate: Damn it Steve, enough wardish. give me a straight answer.