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A lady, who to put it mildly, has a vagina that bares the signs and scars of much over-use in its time.
Person 1: So, did you fuck the shit out of that girl you keep chatting about.
Person 2: Look I'd rather leave this stone unturned, get my message.
Person 1: What, don't put that evil on me. Give me a straight answer, what's the problem.
Person 2: Well, she... she was a fucking throb-job you hear, her vagina looked like a fucking cement mixer ok, I'd need a fucking tree trunk just to hit the spot in that thing.
Person 1: Whoa man... you mean to tell me, that you... you never took your chances, she's like the hottest girl around the whole state.
Person 2: Well you try fucking her when you're presenting a fucking mountain with a bonsai tree, look it's her fault... I'm built just fine, so wipe that fucking smirk off your face.
Person 2: Look I'd rather leave this stone unturned, get my message.
Person 1: What, don't put that evil on me. Give me a straight answer, what's the problem.
Person 2: Well, she... she was a fucking throb-job you hear, her vagina looked like a fucking cement mixer ok, I'd need a fucking tree trunk just to hit the spot in that thing.
Person 1: Whoa man... you mean to tell me, that you... you never took your chances, she's like the hottest girl around the whole state.
Person 2: Well you try fucking her when you're presenting a fucking mountain with a bonsai tree, look it's her fault... I'm built just fine, so wipe that fucking smirk off your face.
by Robert Head December 24, 2008
Get the Throb-job mug.When a whord of those little urban urchins we otherwise know as chavs, attack pedestrians in insanely large and hooliganish numbers in order to prove a point that they're "hard mate, don't mug or murk me off blud as I'll knock you spark out" or to just steal a worthwhile valuable item, which may often to them be something that you hadn't had the time to assign any value like a 1 penny coin or a fake pearl bracelet or possibly just possibly a very old, extremely crap, rusty bicycle which lacks brake power, a second wheel and a few spokes - yeah they really will take anything they can and then whorde it in their garbage lined dens.
Oh sorry we're late, we got chav tag-teamed on the way here, so Rich had to kick one of them in the teeth and Sarah let them have it with some cheap hairspray she had lying in the recesses of her handbag.
by Robert Head December 24, 2008
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