I was forced to endure another locupletative sermon about the evils of sex, drugs, and rock and roll.
by weave September 22, 2003
My girlfriend's parsley patch needed a weed whacker to tame it. Oh, Madonn'!
Eating out at the Y is out of the question this evening!
Eating out at the Y is out of the question this evening!
by weave March 28, 2003
the intentional or unwitting fondling of one's unit while the hands are placed in one's pockets; a.k.a. "pocket pool."
Although it may start out as an infinitesimal itch, testicular readjustment, or desire to reaffirm and reassure yourself that you're still intact, we, the male species, are guilty of indulging in a little sacofricosis from time to time. When my uncle was busted by my aunt for this, he attempted to save face by saying that he was digging for change.
by weave September 18, 2003
use prophylactic protection prior to inserting the pork sword into the pudendum; when you descend down her blouse, suit up the trouser mouse; practice safe sex, said of a male.
In today's age of rampant sexual promiscuity, it's probably quite prudent to slap on a skin or two...two nuts driving a hot rod should always wear a helmet.
by weave March 25, 2003
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by weave September 22, 2003
Either walk your talk and prove your worth or toughness, or keep your pie hole shut and get the hell outta town.
Keep running your mouth...either rise to the occasion and let me thrash your ass when I grab that stack of dimes you call a neck, or refrain from further trash talk. Take your pick!!
by weave March 25, 2003