"Did you see Zoidberg sand crabbing on Futurama last night?"
"No, I had to slay that dragon-witch didn't I."
"Dragon-witch?"
"It's a dragon with the powers of a witch. Or it was anyway. Now it's just 18 tonnes of value to premium grade dog food."
"No, I had to slay that dragon-witch didn't I."
"Dragon-witch?"
"It's a dragon with the powers of a witch. Or it was anyway. Now it's just 18 tonnes of value to premium grade dog food."
by H.S. Willsy August 25, 2011
"I don't feel too bad now but I don't remember anything between here and the club."
"Yeah, you hit the drunk reset on the way back."
"Oh, that's good."
"Not really dude, you were french kissing your girlfriend's brother when it happened."
"Yish, not again."
"Yeah, you hit the drunk reset on the way back."
"Oh, that's good."
"Not really dude, you were french kissing your girlfriend's brother when it happened."
"Yish, not again."
by H.S. Willsy August 21, 2011
1) To find oneself in a public toilet that is lacking a door lock, a toilet seat or a loo roll
2) Any situation in which poo becomes a visible nuisance
2) Any situation in which poo becomes a visible nuisance
1) "Aww man. there's no toilet paper up in this smelly joint. What a shitemare."
"I've got paper for you buddy, in return for a little something something that is."
"Ted? Is that you?"
"It was always me Bill, it was always me."
2) The Indian Commonwealth Games
"I've got paper for you buddy, in return for a little something something that is."
"Ted? Is that you?"
"It was always me Bill, it was always me."
2) The Indian Commonwealth Games
by H.S. Willsy August 19, 2011
"Remember that tattoo freak in the X-Files?"
"Err...oh yeah."
"What's the name of that type of carnival performer?"
"One that eats live animals?"
"Yeah, that kind."
"They're called geeks."
"Right, right. How fucking hot was Gillian Anderson in that series?"
"Yeah. Definitely yeah."
"Err...oh yeah."
"What's the name of that type of carnival performer?"
"One that eats live animals?"
"Yeah, that kind."
"They're called geeks."
"Right, right. How fucking hot was Gillian Anderson in that series?"
"Yeah. Definitely yeah."
by H.S. Willsy August 23, 2011
A sexual position that requires the strength of Superman and the dexterity of Spiderman (and, if you like it kinky, Batman's mask and rubber nipples).
If you're looking at it from the side it looks like the woman is flying. Except she's not flying, she's being held up from underneath by the guys hands and from her spladge by the guys penis. So the guy, standing up with his knees bent, has to hold her up without breaking his back and she has to keep her body in line with his penis without breaking hers. How they manage to do that and still thrust is amazing and probably involves fitness.
If you're looking at it from the side it looks like the woman is flying. Except she's not flying, she's being held up from underneath by the guys hands and from her spladge by the guys penis. So the guy, standing up with his knees bent, has to hold her up without breaking his back and she has to keep her body in line with his penis without breaking hers. How they manage to do that and still thrust is amazing and probably involves fitness.
"How did they die?"
"Triple lindy spine-snapping mishap."
"Fair play."
"That's why the coffins are L-shaped."
"Triple lindy spine-snapping mishap."
"Fair play."
"That's why the coffins are L-shaped."
by H.S. Willsy August 23, 2011
Preversions are acts commited by preverts, i.e. people who preempt the actions of perverts by doing to a pervert what a pervert would have done to them.
"So what preversions do we know of Inspector?"
"Well there's the reverse jackson, the funky trap, the shepherd's delight and the razorblade romance."
"Nasty stuff, nasty stuff."
"Yes. Beware of the prevert perverts, beware!"
"Well there's the reverse jackson, the funky trap, the shepherd's delight and the razorblade romance."
"Nasty stuff, nasty stuff."
"Yes. Beware of the prevert perverts, beware!"
by H.S. Willsy August 23, 2011
A Prestonian word for old men who exist as soon as the pubs are open. They're usually identifiable by their brown, slouched appearance and the musk of cheap tobacco and piss. They may surround themselves with a ring of empty pint glasses as if they were under siege from reality.
"Those fettlers are dying out."
"Yeah?"
"There’s not any less of them, dying out is just their style."
"Yeah?"
"There’s not any less of them, dying out is just their style."
by H.S. Willsy August 23, 2011