When a chick's vag looks like she stuffed Justin Bieber's head in it face first. In other words, a pubic Amazon jungle.
I cum face-to-face with a bieber beaver last night at the party. So, whaddya do? I bushwhacked my way right in and back out with a wooly mammoth mount, you know how I roll!
by Lovell from UT November 09, 2010
The undisputed & uber homo leader of the BCL "Butt Conga Line" - he lives to initiate the act and typically walks w/ a defined limp from frequent butt scorchings.
by Lovell from UT October 22, 2010
An asshole where nothing bigger than a pea can ever be passed. The holy grail of anal sex. If you dare to enter, resulting in marks on one's johnson that look like severe rug burn.
Did you hear what Carl unleashed on George last night in the upstairs office? The full fury of the anaconda vortex was in effect!
by Lovell from UT October 22, 2010
The sexual act where you spread your partners rectal flaps with the knuckles of your index and fore finger, then cum with the screwball on a count of two balls and one strike.
The bases were loaded so I slipped her a knuckleball. Garth, she definitely won't be walking home any time soon. Two balls, on strike, and I'm out - she was like WTF!
by Lovell from UT November 05, 2010
The innate desire after dropping a turd of some substance to stand up and watch it pass as you flush - to admire it and pay your last respects as it were.
After stretching my sphincter to its Matrix-like limits, I had to given that turdzilla a proper 21 gun toilet salute.
by Lovell from UT September 22, 2010
The piece of semi-fossilized pooh that hangs from your inner butt cheek & clings for hours on end with great fervor & tenacity leading to significant itching & burning until it's properly smeared out on your draws with the merciful aid of some duck butter.
by Lovell from UT October 21, 2010
A turd whose shear mass is capable of cracking the bowl with magnanimous porcelain pounding force. However, the danger does not end there. If upon flushing, the centrifugal force is set slightly askew, then there is an astronomical chance of an unexpected storm surge.
Dude, I did not dare flush at the hotel this morning after dropping a depth charge. I just left a twenty on the upper deck with a note apologizing to Lupe.
by Lovell from UT November 11, 2010