To "go deep" can lean on two senses of the word in my eyes: either a) to go deeper down the field when playing American football - don't ask me, not American or b) to penetrate your lady (or man friend) that slight bit deeper by changing angle or adding a slight bit of thrust... kabang and there you have it.
1 - "Mikey, go deep I'm gonna make this mother fucker fly like that frantic greek child who flew to close to the sun".
2 - ...later that night at either (a) Mikey's mum's, (b) Mikey's coache's or (c) Mikey's girlfriend's place, whatever floats your boat - "Ohh Mikey, way to go. Ohh, phud... ohh slam me hunny. Drill me like Dr. Evil's project vulcan baby, drill me good like the driller killer, ohh fuck me... fuck me, go deep! Take me to the core of the earth baby....woooohoooo. What a fucking rush - p.s. she faked it.
2 - ...later that night at either (a) Mikey's mum's, (b) Mikey's coache's or (c) Mikey's girlfriend's place, whatever floats your boat - "Ohh Mikey, way to go. Ohh, phud... ohh slam me hunny. Drill me like Dr. Evil's project vulcan baby, drill me good like the driller killer, ohh fuck me... fuck me, go deep! Take me to the core of the earth baby....woooohoooo. What a fucking rush - p.s. she faked it.
by Robert Head December 24, 2008
Get the Go deep! mug.A person or thing that is so downright stupid and incompetent that say in the context of starting a band would be placed on either a gong or most likely a triangle; as can be seen in Blackadder goes Forth, during the intro Baldrick chimes a triangle with all the look of a genial miracle worker on his face.
Call her Mindy: So, are you asking Rick to the prom
Call her Samantha: Minds, please. Sure he's hot but the conversation would sink to a dry desert swell within seconds.
Mindy: But the body, oh the body...
Samantha:... and what about it, bitch get in pecking order. You shadow me, got it? Besides, I may even choose this triangle material as my choice before the night is through yet, let's just see.
Mindy: Sure Sam, sure... gee do you think he's got a purdy lookin' packet of meat -
Samantha: - minds, this is the 80s, as if. Can you imagine a guy even offering me that kind of thing, even if he is a baboon who does nothing but jack off in front of the mirror all day... yeah he tells me these things, he finds them quite intriguing. You know what, you take him... when you put two dummys together you're sure to end up with two very quiet mouths, and I'd pay hard coinage - cash Minds - to have you two shut up for just a nanosecond.
Call her Samantha: Minds, please. Sure he's hot but the conversation would sink to a dry desert swell within seconds.
Mindy: But the body, oh the body...
Samantha:... and what about it, bitch get in pecking order. You shadow me, got it? Besides, I may even choose this triangle material as my choice before the night is through yet, let's just see.
Mindy: Sure Sam, sure... gee do you think he's got a purdy lookin' packet of meat -
Samantha: - minds, this is the 80s, as if. Can you imagine a guy even offering me that kind of thing, even if he is a baboon who does nothing but jack off in front of the mirror all day... yeah he tells me these things, he finds them quite intriguing. You know what, you take him... when you put two dummys together you're sure to end up with two very quiet mouths, and I'd pay hard coinage - cash Minds - to have you two shut up for just a nanosecond.
by Robert Head December 09, 2008
Get the Triangle material mug.Not to be confused with creamed rice or as we Brits call it, rice pudding.
"Gregory Yefimovich Rasputin, the son of a Russian peasant, was born in Pokrovskoye, Siberia, in 1872. Although he briefly attended school he failed to learn how to read or write.
Rasputin entered the Verkhoture Monastery but decided against becoming a monk. He returned to Pokrovskoye and at the age of 19 married Proskovia Fyodorovna. Over the next few years the couple had four children.
Rasputin eventually left home and traveled to Greece and the Middle East. He claimed he had special powers that enabled him to heal the sick and lived off the donations of people he helped. Rasputin also made money as a fortune teller.
Soon after arriving in St. Petersburg in 1903, Rasputin met Hermogen, the Bishop of Saratov. He was impressed by Rasputin's healing powers and introduced him to Nicholas II and his wife, Alexandra Fedorovna. The Tsar's only son, Alexis, suffered from hemophilia (a disease whereby the blood does not clot if a wound occurs). When Alexis was taken seriously ill in 1908, Rasputin was called to the royal palace. He managed to stop the bleeding and from then on he became a member of the royal entourage.
In September, 1915, Nicholas II assumed supreme command of the Russian Army fighting on the Eastern Front. As he spent most of his time at GHQ, Alexandra Fedorovna now took responsibility for domestic policy. Rasputin served as her adviser and over the next few months she dismissed ministers and their deputies in rapid succession.
Rumours began to circulate that Rasputin and Alexandra Fedorovna were leaders of a pro-German court group and were seeking a separate peace with the Central Powers in order to help the survival of the autocracy in Russia.
Rasputin was also suspected of financial corruption and right-wing politicians believed that he was undermining the popularity of the regime. Felix Yusupov, the husband of the Tsar's niece, Vladimir Purishkevich, the leader of the monarchists in the Duma, and Grand Duke Dmitri, formed a conspiracy to murder Rasputin. On 29th December, 1916, Rasputin was invited to Yusupov's home where he was given poisoned wine and cakes. When this did not kill him he was shot by Yusupov and Purishkevich and then dropped through a hole in the frozen canal outside the house."
RASPUTIN may also refer to the abbreviation: Red-raw Arsehole Succumbing to Penetration Under the Tiring Interception of Nozzles.
"Gregory Yefimovich Rasputin, the son of a Russian peasant, was born in Pokrovskoye, Siberia, in 1872. Although he briefly attended school he failed to learn how to read or write.
Rasputin entered the Verkhoture Monastery but decided against becoming a monk. He returned to Pokrovskoye and at the age of 19 married Proskovia Fyodorovna. Over the next few years the couple had four children.
Rasputin eventually left home and traveled to Greece and the Middle East. He claimed he had special powers that enabled him to heal the sick and lived off the donations of people he helped. Rasputin also made money as a fortune teller.
Soon after arriving in St. Petersburg in 1903, Rasputin met Hermogen, the Bishop of Saratov. He was impressed by Rasputin's healing powers and introduced him to Nicholas II and his wife, Alexandra Fedorovna. The Tsar's only son, Alexis, suffered from hemophilia (a disease whereby the blood does not clot if a wound occurs). When Alexis was taken seriously ill in 1908, Rasputin was called to the royal palace. He managed to stop the bleeding and from then on he became a member of the royal entourage.
In September, 1915, Nicholas II assumed supreme command of the Russian Army fighting on the Eastern Front. As he spent most of his time at GHQ, Alexandra Fedorovna now took responsibility for domestic policy. Rasputin served as her adviser and over the next few months she dismissed ministers and their deputies in rapid succession.
Rumours began to circulate that Rasputin and Alexandra Fedorovna were leaders of a pro-German court group and were seeking a separate peace with the Central Powers in order to help the survival of the autocracy in Russia.
Rasputin was also suspected of financial corruption and right-wing politicians believed that he was undermining the popularity of the regime. Felix Yusupov, the husband of the Tsar's niece, Vladimir Purishkevich, the leader of the monarchists in the Duma, and Grand Duke Dmitri, formed a conspiracy to murder Rasputin. On 29th December, 1916, Rasputin was invited to Yusupov's home where he was given poisoned wine and cakes. When this did not kill him he was shot by Yusupov and Purishkevich and then dropped through a hole in the frozen canal outside the house."
RASPUTIN may also refer to the abbreviation: Red-raw Arsehole Succumbing to Penetration Under the Tiring Interception of Nozzles.
1st Guy: Argh man She's jail-abit, why didn't she throw you off.
2nd Guy: Well I gave her arse-hole a good seeing to RASPUTIN style.
2nd Guy: Well I gave her arse-hole a good seeing to RASPUTIN style.
by Robert Head December 24, 2008
Get the Rasputin mug.A term used by a friend or affiliate of a person who propagates some sort of trouble, using this term is a last-resort where trouble is imminent and realistically is never used by the perpetrator receiving the outcome of his wrong-doing, mishap or misdemeanor on the flip side.
May also be substituted for spaghetti-hoes when a skanky skiny broad trundles past.
May also be substituted for spaghetti-hoes when a skanky skiny broad trundles past.
Example 1, of Uh-oh spaghetti-os:
Person 1: Why is that jock steam-rolling in our
direction, he's striding like we're the feast after his
fasting.
Person 2: Well I got his dumb ass broad into bed and left
my calling card.
Person 1: Well what's that?
Person 2: Haven't you heard what they say about me? They
call me the nerd with the brain in his wingless, NOT
skinless larger than your average sea bird plane.
Person 1: Well *gulp*, which spot should we present him
with to beat on?
Person 2: Well, *points to spot and lifts shirt up a
slight amount* I think I have a slight slip disc just
above my pelvis; thing's been killin' me; maybe he can
thump it back into position.
Person 1: Right... is it to late to refer back to the old
wrongly timed but always brilliantly quipped phrase Uh-oh
spaghetti-os in such times of imminent trouble?
Person 2: It would appear that way.
Example 2:
"Look at that thin piece of spaghetti figured ass" said Wanda."I
could curl that scrawny length of disgrace right into a pasta shell." She went on: "I
mean you don't see black spaghetti hoes like that
none-too-often. Must be hard for her to find a partner,
must need a man build like the graphite in a pencil -
aye aint your Ray the perfect fit!?". "Yeah!?" retorted Donna with an on the sly tinge of surprise on her breath after hearing the sardonic remarks of her portly pal, "Wanda, you could also use her as a tooth-pick what with that 15 centimeter gap hanging between those prominent front teeth o' yours."
You must understand I'd been listening to sir Mixalot - that's why I used black people as an example, in no way racist here people. Hope that was received with chuckles and not raised knuckles.
Person 1: Why is that jock steam-rolling in our
direction, he's striding like we're the feast after his
fasting.
Person 2: Well I got his dumb ass broad into bed and left
my calling card.
Person 1: Well what's that?
Person 2: Haven't you heard what they say about me? They
call me the nerd with the brain in his wingless, NOT
skinless larger than your average sea bird plane.
Person 1: Well *gulp*, which spot should we present him
with to beat on?
Person 2: Well, *points to spot and lifts shirt up a
slight amount* I think I have a slight slip disc just
above my pelvis; thing's been killin' me; maybe he can
thump it back into position.
Person 1: Right... is it to late to refer back to the old
wrongly timed but always brilliantly quipped phrase Uh-oh
spaghetti-os in such times of imminent trouble?
Person 2: It would appear that way.
Example 2:
"Look at that thin piece of spaghetti figured ass" said Wanda."I
could curl that scrawny length of disgrace right into a pasta shell." She went on: "I
mean you don't see black spaghetti hoes like that
none-too-often. Must be hard for her to find a partner,
must need a man build like the graphite in a pencil -
aye aint your Ray the perfect fit!?". "Yeah!?" retorted Donna with an on the sly tinge of surprise on her breath after hearing the sardonic remarks of her portly pal, "Wanda, you could also use her as a tooth-pick what with that 15 centimeter gap hanging between those prominent front teeth o' yours."
You must understand I'd been listening to sir Mixalot - that's why I used black people as an example, in no way racist here people. Hope that was received with chuckles and not raised knuckles.
by Robert Head April 19, 2007
Get the Uh-oh spaghetti-os mug.Jeff: "do you like wearing kittens as mittens?".
Arnold: "two sets of two words, one time: piss off, nerve-jangler!".
Jeff: "...how about beaver skin boxers...!?".
Arnold: "two sets of two words, one time: piss off, nerve-jangler!".
Jeff: "...how about beaver skin boxers...!?".
by Robert Head April 23, 2007
Get the nerve-jangler mug.In the context of eating a hippy at thanksgiving time and wanting to savour every part, after the crown of turkey is cooked you may wish for some sausage to add just to flare up the presentation of the thing. Well good news, if there are any local hippies living in your vicinity why not just break off a few dreadlocks of their's and have those instead? As can be seen in the "I hate hummers" video at blerds.com
"Hippies. I hate hippies. I eat hippies for thanks giving dinner. Dreadlock sausages mother fucker: crunch, crunch, crunchety crunch."
by Robert Head December 09, 2008
Get the Dreadlock sausages mug.A synonym for breasts. Otherwise known as ta-tas, boobs, bust, breasties, chicken tats, rack, jelly stack-ems, tits, cans, bazongas, fun bags, missiles, teets, jubblies, mama factories, milk-ems, dirty pillows, caressables, welsh terrain, lumpy v space, (melons or other large fruit) bumps or lumps.
by Robert Head April 26, 2007
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