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 September 10, 2008