J girl

The woman bobbing like a circus seal in the center of a ring of hobos in the parking lot behind the Flying J Truck Stop.

Belinda is the kind of slut that would suck off a dirty hobo for his ham sandwich. What a J girl!

by Hobo2 July 23, 2008

vegasm

The sexual climax achieved by integration of vegetables into masturbation or other consensual sexual activity.

Diane stood in the produce aisle contemplating how her next vegasm would arrive: cucumber, carrot, or eggplant?

by Hobo2 November 12, 2007

two fingered slot rumba

A phrase describing the act of female masturbation.

Eric: We're headed to the pool. Be right back.
Kim: What should I do?
Eric: Diddle.
Kim: Huh?
Mark: Try the two fingered slot rumba.
Kim: Ok! (holding up two fingers.)

(Eric crashes the golf cart.)

by Hobo2 July 29, 2008

sangina

A sympathetic soul for Sanjaya, the American Idol constestant that has a highly improbable chance of winning the competition.

Look, Brittney, I know you like his looks; but the guy doesn't sing well and will never win. Don't be such a sangina.

by Hobo2 April 18, 2007

Whiz dogg

1. A mutual act of tenderness in which one fills a partners rectum with Cheez Whiz for lubrication and then fucks them in the ass. This is followed by the tasty Cheez being sucked or licked off the lucky cock. This is often followed up with a Salisbury Spritz.

2. "Old Salisburian Style" Whiz Dogg is similar except that one uses a pastry bag to increase the volume and depth of Cheez Whiz in the recipient's ass and one finishes with a pearl necklace that is summarily licked clean.

"Hey, John, how was your date?"
"Man! That girl is a freak! Not only does she like it in the ass, she let me give her a Whiz dogg."

by Hobo2 January 03, 2006

llama shop

A derogatory term for a convenience store operated by a person of Middle Eastern descent.

Let's run down to the llama shop and grab some 40's before Prakash closes up for the night.

by Hobo2 January 31, 2006

hobophoria

The intense, carefree feeling of well being as that of a hobo.

Lamont drank his last bottle of wine and laid down in the bus shelter. He didn't seem to care that the shelter reeked of urine or that a cockroach had been crawling on the ham sandwich he had for dinner. Instead, he closed his eyes and reveled in his hobophoria. He felt like he was floating on clouds of Wonder Bread.

by Hobo2 January 30, 2006