"Swamp chair" rises from the depths of "swamp ass" to create an almost tangible and somehow palatable stench, remniscent of chode, sweat, and fears, which embeds itself into the soul of your standard issue office chair.
Yo Angel, smelled your seat the other day. Smelled a lot like swamp chair. / We thought we were rid of the office stench but then Angel birthed a swamp chair and now we yearn for the days of reheated fish tacos.
Cheap sandals or flip flops. Based on the sound of said footwear slapping against one’s feet when walking.
She showed up for dinner in slaps and shorts.