|1.||No Sex Please, We’re Middle Class|
"No Sex Please, We’re Middle Class", is a way of denouncing the hypocritical predominant attitude against women´s sexual rights and prejudices, manifested on a regular basis through policy and social discrimination.
A: "Why the rejection by the Food and Drug Administration advisory panel of a female version of Viagra for women with low libido?"
B: Simple... "No Sex Please, We’re Middle Class."
during intercourse, after a male ejactulates into his hand, he slaps the female in the face, and tells them that you're through, and that he is breaking up with her.
"he gave me the cobweb, instead of just telling me that we're through"
|3.||Just Playing Through|
If two people are having sex in a room (and the room must have two doors to get in and out of), a group of people adorned in golf attire and golf clubs shall walk into the room through one door, drop a golf ball, and hit it out of the other door.
COUPLE HAVING SEX: Get the fuck outta here!
GOLFERS: Sorry, we're just playing through. You guys were going really slow.
When a friend is hooking up with someone in the room, and then a couple of his (or, less frequently, her) buddies will come into the room naked, aside from a golf club & ball, and perhaps a swanky hat.
The two mid-coitus lovebirds will likely object, at which point those golfing are obliged to inform them: "Oh, don't mind us, we're just playing through."
Done more for comedic effect than any sort of malice. Negative effects to friendship can be mended with naked apology.
1.(Bobby hears Dee and Martin in the room hooking up, and immediately drops trou.)
Bobby's friend: Dude, what are you doing? Put your dick away.
Bobby: No can do. They're holding up play.
Bobby's friend: Christ, I'll go grab the putter.
2. Dee: What the FUCK?! Why are you guys here? And why are you naked? Get out!
Players: (In British Accent, audible whisper) Oh my. It seems the pitch is slightly elevated here, but he's judged it beautifully... magnificent shot.
Dee: Martin, say something!
Martin: It's fine, they're just playing through. And look at that stroke. So elegant (gives Bobby high-five).
A place where people can receive education and also build some sort of work ethic or discipline, because that's what your life (and your employer, that is... if you don't manage to retire early) will demand from you - discipline. Often it is populated by dum-witted pussies who don't stop complaining about how much school sucks and, often, how "comformist" it is - if you are so gullible and can't make up your own opinion, and filter the bullshit from useful information, follow this wonderful guide by maddox:
3 steps to getting through school:
1) Do your stupid work (instead of complaining - sure, none of us like that, but you gotta do it)
2) Pass the test
From there you can do whatever you please, but sure as hell no one is going to hire your a$$ if you can't spell/do math or are pretty much useless for these reasons.
Oh and speaking of conformity - whiny-ass pussies tend to form groups that conform to a single opinion, resulting in them being hypocrites and losers.
An intelligent person: Phew, I finally graduated and got accepted to a nice institute.
Whiny-ass pussies: Conformist bastard, we're gonna go smoke weed and play halo, because school sucks.
10 years later:
An intelligent person: Dang, I'm making good money and working on my early retirement.
Whiny-ass pussies: Would you like me to bag your groceries, Sir?
|6.||We're in this together now|
A beautiful song by Nine Inch Nails, aka, Trent Reznor, about Love, or some suspect drugs, because of his deep addictions to drugs.
Contains a refrence to 'Heroes' by David Bowie.
Very nice to listen to, with your headphones blaring.
You, and me. We're in this together now.
None of them can stop us now.
We will make it through somehow.
You, and me.
Even after everything.
You're the Queen and I'm the King.
Nothing else means anything.
A McFoose is a short stumpy giggly grizzly that has a huge harry happy trail which connects from his lower back through the taint and continuing to his frontal black hole of a navel (Horseshoe shape). He often mistakes other people's girl friends as his own but then realizes that whackin his shriveled chode to animated or Asian porn is easier than getting off the couch to meet a hungry mate. Also being able to eat his corn infested moldy toes and being able to have his sweaty swampy fruitbasket resting on your face is a plus for a possible Mrs. McFoose. A McFoose may also somtimes carry around two Wok pan sized nipples and a binder full of Yu-Gi-OH cards.But if you need to find a McFoose you can def find one in the VIRGIN catagory. PeeeeeeeeaCE.
I recently asked my friend McFoose how his night went after the bar when he brought that girl home:
He replied..."It was great....we were watching Pokemon and things got hot n heavy but when I took off my clothes, I hit her with my nips and strangled her with my jungle taint"