Noun.
The sensation males acquire the day(s) after a long session of dry humping.
The greater the prude, the more tender the tip.
Historically, tendertip is rumored to be the fundamental reason males take-on girlfriends and wives. The great Japanese poet Ryokan once wrote (paraphrasing) "Even through kimonos, by and by, amorous advances turn abrasive."
This quote is especially noteworthy in modern times as jeans and cotton boxers rule the day, extending the rawness and duration of tendertip throughout the globe.
At present, the greatest sufferers of tendertip remain the religious prudes, which explains their early marriage age and refusal to pull out (see: coitus interruptus), thereby spawning children like gremlins.
The sensation males acquire the day(s) after a long session of dry humping.
The greater the prude, the more tender the tip.
Historically, tendertip is rumored to be the fundamental reason males take-on girlfriends and wives. The great Japanese poet Ryokan once wrote (paraphrasing) "Even through kimonos, by and by, amorous advances turn abrasive."
This quote is especially noteworthy in modern times as jeans and cotton boxers rule the day, extending the rawness and duration of tendertip throughout the globe.
At present, the greatest sufferers of tendertip remain the religious prudes, which explains their early marriage age and refusal to pull out (see: coitus interruptus), thereby spawning children like gremlins.
Padilla: Got an itch there, bud?
Nick: I wish.
or
Stu: Late night, eh?
Joey: How can you tell?
Stu: Well, while your eyes are bright red, yes, your awkward walking style, as tho you've been castrated, is purely from the tendertip pain. You shoulda gone with some sweat pants or Lululemons, old sport.
or
Penny: Nice bit of bump and grind out there on the dance floor last night, Labamba.
Hustler: Felt great then, now... Not so much.
Penny: Tendertip?
Hustler: Like a scratch on the eye.
Penny: And so commitment was born...
Nick: I wish.
or
Stu: Late night, eh?
Joey: How can you tell?
Stu: Well, while your eyes are bright red, yes, your awkward walking style, as tho you've been castrated, is purely from the tendertip pain. You shoulda gone with some sweat pants or Lululemons, old sport.
or
Penny: Nice bit of bump and grind out there on the dance floor last night, Labamba.
Hustler: Felt great then, now... Not so much.
Penny: Tendertip?
Hustler: Like a scratch on the eye.
Penny: And so commitment was born...
by Rykirb January 04, 2010
1) Spiritual or religious expression extemporaneously achieved while dining.
2) The ability to create Christ imagery with food sauces.
3) Archaic. Noun. A form of absurd, impromptu hazing, specifically where the hazing party anoints his or her subject with a smeared cross (usu. with pizza sauce) in a drunken plea for the inferior being to attain some degree religiosity. Hilarity commonly ensues among fellow hazers. See: The Troubadours, Middle Ages, Greek Life, etc.
2) The ability to create Christ imagery with food sauces.
3) Archaic. Noun. A form of absurd, impromptu hazing, specifically where the hazing party anoints his or her subject with a smeared cross (usu. with pizza sauce) in a drunken plea for the inferior being to attain some degree religiosity. Hilarity commonly ensues among fellow hazers. See: The Troubadours, Middle Ages, Greek Life, etc.
John: Quit playing with your food.
Jimmy: I'm expressing my shame, relax.
John: Wasting delicious Stubbs Bone Lickin' sauce is shameful in and of itself.
Jimmy: Not when it's elegant. This is a sauce cross.
John: My mistake, thought you were pining for Swiss citizenship again.
or
Cam: What happened last night?
Jesse: Well, after they cleaned up the house we lined them up, and...
Cam: Made them recite the founders and the triad?
Jesse: Not exactly... Gregg and Shane came back from the bars and there was some left over pizza. Shane took care of the cheese-
Cam: That guy'll eat anything.
Jesse: I know, then Gregg started painting away with the sauce, one after the other. I guess Jon's kinda religious. Didn't go over well.
Cam: It's not for everyone.
Jimmy: I'm expressing my shame, relax.
John: Wasting delicious Stubbs Bone Lickin' sauce is shameful in and of itself.
Jimmy: Not when it's elegant. This is a sauce cross.
John: My mistake, thought you were pining for Swiss citizenship again.
or
Cam: What happened last night?
Jesse: Well, after they cleaned up the house we lined them up, and...
Cam: Made them recite the founders and the triad?
Jesse: Not exactly... Gregg and Shane came back from the bars and there was some left over pizza. Shane took care of the cheese-
Cam: That guy'll eat anything.
Jesse: I know, then Gregg started painting away with the sauce, one after the other. I guess Jon's kinda religious. Didn't go over well.
Cam: It's not for everyone.
by Rykirb October 25, 2008
Any one of the million or so neat neck-tie New York or London or San Fran bankers, traders, and/or financial types who troll otherwise hipster, posh bars or clubs claiming to actually be interested in art, culture, and the human condition when hitting on women otherwise way out of their league but for their singular monetary standing.
Usually spawned from ivy league Universities.
Usually spawned from ivy league Universities.
Attractive Girl #1: I love that film, can't believe it's been so long since I've seen it.
Attractive Girl #2: It was on IFC last night, I didn't even know I got the channel.
Wanker Banker: As much as I agree, I still think the book was better.
Attractive Girl #2: It's a documentary, ass.
(Wanker Banker shrugs, pretends to see some friends, angles towards the bar)
Attractive Girl #1: Fucking wank-bank.
or
Simone: What're they gonna do?
Marlene: I dunno, go back to her place.
Wanker-banker: My flat's not far from here, has a terrace with a view of the city.
Simon: Good for you.
Wanker Banker: I'm just sayin'-
Marlene: Dear gawd, this is the worst night of my life. We officially look like coke whores. Why else would a wanker banker assume he and his cheese dick button down could summon us to his apartment via cuff links and slacks ?
Simone: What a fucktard.
Attractive Girl #2: It was on IFC last night, I didn't even know I got the channel.
Wanker Banker: As much as I agree, I still think the book was better.
Attractive Girl #2: It's a documentary, ass.
(Wanker Banker shrugs, pretends to see some friends, angles towards the bar)
Attractive Girl #1: Fucking wank-bank.
or
Simone: What're they gonna do?
Marlene: I dunno, go back to her place.
Wanker-banker: My flat's not far from here, has a terrace with a view of the city.
Simon: Good for you.
Wanker Banker: I'm just sayin'-
Marlene: Dear gawd, this is the worst night of my life. We officially look like coke whores. Why else would a wanker banker assume he and his cheese dick button down could summon us to his apartment via cuff links and slacks ?
Simone: What a fucktard.
by Rykirb October 16, 2008
by RyKirb July 07, 2008
Verb. 1) To drink wine. 2) To imbibe. 3) To feel great. 4) To cast away the dilemmas and doldrums of this venomous world by opening an epic bottle of wine or champagne.
Matt: What a day.
Amy: No shit.
Matt: Can't believe we have to go to this staff dinner, it's a total Jihad.
Amy: Let's go get some wine, pop corks, and screw in the break room.
Matt: Done and done.
or
Jason: This dude on Monday Night Football is a real asswipe.
Ryno: Korn-hole-zer? He's the worst of the worst.
Jason: I'm turning it off.
Ryno: Let's pop corks and call dem bitches.
Jason. Done and done.
Amy: No shit.
Matt: Can't believe we have to go to this staff dinner, it's a total Jihad.
Amy: Let's go get some wine, pop corks, and screw in the break room.
Matt: Done and done.
or
Jason: This dude on Monday Night Football is a real asswipe.
Ryno: Korn-hole-zer? He's the worst of the worst.
Jason: I'm turning it off.
Ryno: Let's pop corks and call dem bitches.
Jason. Done and done.
by Rykirb November 01, 2008
Noun. 1) A suburban shithole. 2) Anywhere town USA. 3) Any of the one million towns across the USA that consist of two dozen chain stores, a couple thousand one story homes, graph-paper streets, and your standard public service facilities. See: Mid-America. Republican districts. Lower middle class living.
Ethan: Where are we?
Malcom: Beatsville.
Ethan: No, there's the sign, Oxnard.
or
Jake: Where's the next gas station?
Malcom: Beatsville.
Jake: No, I think there's one in Chula Vista.
or
Samantha: Where's the meeting?
Malcom: Beatsville.
Samantha: Yeah, Lancaster's a shithole. Not as bad as Barstow though.
Malcom: Let's not split hairs over this one, babe.
Malcom: Beatsville.
Ethan: No, there's the sign, Oxnard.
or
Jake: Where's the next gas station?
Malcom: Beatsville.
Jake: No, I think there's one in Chula Vista.
or
Samantha: Where's the meeting?
Malcom: Beatsville.
Samantha: Yeah, Lancaster's a shithole. Not as bad as Barstow though.
Malcom: Let's not split hairs over this one, babe.
by RyKirb November 01, 2008
Nickname for Cate Blanchett. Because of the odd spelling of her name, her common independent and cameo film appearances, resemblance to a feline, and overall warm and comforting acting method, she could very well be a Cat's Blanket.
Stu: Na, I ain't never seen that film.
Laura: Trust me, we saw it.
Stu: Who was in it?
Laura: No one big, except for... What's her name, the British lass...
Ryan: Cat's Blanket?
Laura: Yeah, her.
Stu: Dude, that movie sucked.
Laura: Trust me, we saw it.
Stu: Who was in it?
Laura: No one big, except for... What's her name, the British lass...
Ryan: Cat's Blanket?
Laura: Yeah, her.
Stu: Dude, that movie sucked.
by RyKirb July 07, 2008