HorseCoq's definitions
A brutal, no-holds-barred sex move named after the airport ground crew, where the “handler” goes full-on raw sausage mode — sloppy, greasy, and borderline uncooked.
Involves aggressively thrusting like a baggage handler tossing around oversized meat parcels, with hands and mouth working overtime to handle that raw “pork” energy.
Usually ends with a messy “meat market” vibe that smells faintly like uncooked keema and regret.
Involves aggressively thrusting like a baggage handler tossing around oversized meat parcels, with hands and mouth working overtime to handle that raw “pork” energy.
Usually ends with a messy “meat market” vibe that smells faintly like uncooked keema and regret.
Mate, she wasn’t ready for Manny’s Swisspork — felt like a raw sausage getting rough handled in Terminal 3.
by HorseCoq August 11, 2025
Get the Swissporkmug. A filthy, taboo-laced sexual act where one partner performs anal while the other is experiencing digestive chaos—think lube replaced with ghee, and the “final layer” of the biryani is an unholy mix of bodily fluids, curry remnants, and shame. Often involves a tarp, nose plugs, and deep personal regrets.
Choda tried anal in the back of his old Mercedes after a lamb biryani and three Kingfishers. Mid-thrust, her guts let go—hot korma splashdown.
He slipped, metal plate in his arm pinged off the handbrake, car rolled into a skip. Whole thing looked like someone pressure-washed a tandoori in reverse. Classic Bombay Biryani.
He slipped, metal plate in his arm pinged off the handbrake, car rolled into a skip. Whole thing looked like someone pressure-washed a tandoori in reverse. Classic Bombay Biryani.
by HorseCoq August 3, 2025
Get the Bombay Biryanimug. 8 Ball Mohammed
(slang; NSFW; Southall edition)
A notorious late-night move in Southall involving a sweaty quickie behind a shisha lounge, usually fuelled by a dodgy wrap and bad decisions. The “8 ball” isn’t coke — it’s what his balls look like after being tugged raw in a car park.
A guy who swears he’s straight, but by 3 a.m. outside Broadway he’s doing the full 8 Ball Mohammed special on any lad with a kebab and a Rizla.
(slang; NSFW; Southall edition)
A notorious late-night move in Southall involving a sweaty quickie behind a shisha lounge, usually fuelled by a dodgy wrap and bad decisions. The “8 ball” isn’t coke — it’s what his balls look like after being tugged raw in a car park.
A guy who swears he’s straight, but by 3 a.m. outside Broadway he’s doing the full 8 Ball Mohammed special on any lad with a kebab and a Rizla.
Example 1:
“Bruv, don’t leave him alone after the club — he’ll pull an 8 Ball Mohammed on you round the bins.”
Example 2 (NSFW):
“She thought he was dropping coke, but it turned out to be an 8 Ball Mohammed — two hairy nuts, a lot of spit, and a ride back to Southall Broadway
“Bruv, don’t leave him alone after the club — he’ll pull an 8 Ball Mohammed on you round the bins.”
Example 2 (NSFW):
“She thought he was dropping coke, but it turned out to be an 8 Ball Mohammed — two hairy nuts, a lot of spit, and a ride back to Southall Broadway
by HorseCoq August 30, 2025
Get the 8 Ball Mohammedmug. When the mandem link up in a gaff after the shisha spot shuts and someone (usually Satti) brings out a 2kg Lurpak like it’s holy prasad. Next ting you know, Sunny’s slipping about in his socks, Deepa is bare chest doing downward dog, and Choda’s got more butter on his bunda than on naan bread. The “dance” bit is just everyone sliding, grinding, and trying not to mash their head on the radiator while chanting like it’s some tantric temple sesh.
Fam, last night was mad… we ended up doing the Tibetan Butter Dance at Choda's. Man’s living room still smells like ghee and shame.
by HorseCoq August 25, 2025
Get the Tibetan Butter Dancemug. Bhushan from Ambala is behind the counter in the tiny side-street shop, perched on a stool in lace lingerie that’s doing zero favors for his bulk. He drags a fat joint and immediately collapses into a coughing fit, tears streaking his face. Someone slips behind him, hands gripping his waist, thumbs brushing just right, and the Bajaj scooter outside revs like it’s cheering them on. Bhushan wheezes, “I’m fine yaar,” but the lingerie and the smoke make the whole scene feel like a bizarre, smoky dance.
Bhushan hit the joint in pink lace and instantly went full Bangalore Blow Back—coughing, tears streaming, hands on his waist, Bajaj revving outside, and the whole shop smelling like chaos.
by HorseCoq September 1, 2025
Get the Bangalore Blow Backmug. (noun)
A uniquely Southall phenomenon: a short, chubby man with a suspiciously tight topknot, who claims his steel plate in the elbow is from “back in the day” but actually got it when trying to repair an old Mercedes in a pub car park. Often spotted in the Broadway area, loitering near the samosa shop, telling stories no one asked for.
A uniquely Southall phenomenon: a short, chubby man with a suspiciously tight topknot, who claims his steel plate in the elbow is from “back in the day” but actually got it when trying to repair an old Mercedes in a pub car park. Often spotted in the Broadway area, loitering near the samosa shop, telling stories no one asked for.
“Oi, careful — don’t make eye contact with that Choda. Last time I did, he tried to sell me a used carburettor and showed me his elbow scar.”
by HorseCoq August 11, 2025
Get the Chodamug. A shameless, fruity Southall lad of Pakistani descent who mixes Urdu-laced filth with extreme sexual depravity, flexing in dad’s BMW M3, devouring Peshwari naan, sipping Afghani tea, and whispering cousin marriage fantasies. Peak energy hits Jummah/Friday, turning halal restaurants and takeaway joints into filthy playgrounds of horny chaos. Known for disgusting sexual antics, greasy hookups, and hands that wander everywhere.
Bruv, Imran was sprawled on the BMW after Jummah, pants down, Peshwari naan crumbs in his crack, whispering about his rishtedar… full Paki Patakha energy.
by HorseCoq August 25, 2025
Get the Paki Patakhamug.