5 definitions by I Killed a Hooker Once
When a group of guys form a circle around a girl, masturbate into her hair, let it soak in and then use their sperm donation to fix up her hair in a stylish doo. This usually happens before an important school dance or wedding.
Dumb Girl: It's only an hour before prom and I still don't have my hair done. What am I gonna do!?
Some Random Guy: Don't worry girl. Me and the guys can help you out. We'll give you the best perm ever.
(The perm)
Some Random Guy: Don't worry girl. Me and the guys can help you out. We'll give you the best perm ever.
(The perm)
by I Killed a Hooker Once January 11, 2011
The act of ejaculating your seminal fluids onto a female's face, spreading it all over with the head of your erect penis, and then allowing it to dry evenly and smoothly.
Kid 1: "Dude, I finished a great concrete job last night!"
Kid 2: "In your basement?"
Kid 1: "No, on your Mother's face."
Kid 2: "You bastard."
Kid 2: "In your basement?"
Kid 1: "No, on your Mother's face."
Kid 2: "You bastard."
by I Killed a Hooker Once December 15, 2009
A small white child with no skateboarding skillz, sucks at photography and always wears corduroys and flannels. Also known as a scrub. No girl, no car and might possibly be addicted to crack.
Kid 1: "Dude, when are you gonna get a new car, a girl, a job and start puberty?
Kid 2: "No bigs bra. You know."
Kid 1: "Psh, okay Zak Depiero."
Kid 2: "My name is babycrack!"
Kid 2: "No bigs bra. You know."
Kid 1: "Psh, okay Zak Depiero."
Kid 2: "My name is babycrack!"
by I Killed a Hooker Once December 14, 2009
The act of two humans who, at the time of interaction, possess a vagina (and oftentimes a clitoris) and achieve sexual pleasure and/or release by repeatedly rubbing, or pressing together forcefully, their respective vaginas against one another. For you see, a vagina oft resembles the partially open shell of a clam and the sound of two vaginas coming together may produce a sound akin to that of the common hand-clap.
John: Brian, my 'ol chum! Foretold was your journey to the playground with the rising sun. What tidings do you bring?
Brian: Greetings John, my most trusted confident! I bring news of great consternation.
John: Say it is not so! What happening has produced such a bother which may quake us to the very bone?
Brian: Why, tis of my mother. For you see, my dear mama and her lady companion Mary are at this very moment clapping clams on the settee in the conservatory.
John: Holy fucking shit dude. That's awesome!
Brian: Not for the upholstery.
Brian: Greetings John, my most trusted confident! I bring news of great consternation.
John: Say it is not so! What happening has produced such a bother which may quake us to the very bone?
Brian: Why, tis of my mother. For you see, my dear mama and her lady companion Mary are at this very moment clapping clams on the settee in the conservatory.
John: Holy fucking shit dude. That's awesome!
Brian: Not for the upholstery.
by I Killed a Hooker Once September 13, 2022
The act of two humans who, at the time of interaction, possess a vagina (and oftentimes a clitoris) and achieve sexual pleasure and/or release by repeatedly rubbing, or pressing together forcefully, their respective vaginas against one another. For you see, a vagina oft resembles the partially open shell of a clam and the sound of two vaginas coming together may produce a sound akin to that of the common hand-clap.
John: Brian, my 'ol chum! Foretold was your journey to the playground with the rising sun. What tidings do you bring?
Brian: Greetings John, my most trusted confident! I bring news of great consternation.
John: Say it is not so! What happening has produced such a bother which may quake us to the very bone?
Brian: Why, tis of my mother. For you see, my dear mama and her lady companion Mary are at this very moment clapping clams on the settee in the conservatory.
John: Holy fucking shit dude. That's awesome!
Brian: Not for the upholstery.
Brian: Greetings John, my most trusted confident! I bring news of great consternation.
John: Say it is not so! What happening has produced such a bother which may quake us to the very bone?
Brian: Why, tis of my mother. For you see, my dear mama and her lady companion Mary are at this very moment clapping clams on the settee in the conservatory.
John: Holy fucking shit dude. That's awesome!
Brian: Not for the upholstery.
by I Killed a Hooker Once September 13, 2022