When using predictive text to write an SMS, sometimes an unexpected word of similar / humorous meaning may pop up.
Pint / shot / riot
Kiss / lips
Shag / rich
Sips / piss
Cock / anal
Dual / fuck
Pint / shot / riot
Kiss / lips
Shag / rich
Sips / piss
Cock / anal
Dual / fuck
Oh no! I meant to send my boyfriend a text saying I wanted to suck his cock tonight.
Don't worry, it's just a textonym. Besides, I heard he's into that sort of thing.
Don't worry, it's just a textonym. Besides, I heard he's into that sort of thing.
by jwgrooves June 29, 2011

Psychological / neurological condition.
The inability to pass a single moment without interacting with a computer screen of some sort.
The inability to pause and relax and actually think about nothing, without feeling the overwhelming need to fill your consciousness with the inane drivel that your extended circle of "friends" post on their social media.
The inability to interact with real people in a social situation without fucking tweeting that you're doing so and instagramming a photo of it onto fucking pinterest.
The inability to pass a single moment without interacting with a computer screen of some sort.
The inability to pause and relax and actually think about nothing, without feeling the overwhelming need to fill your consciousness with the inane drivel that your extended circle of "friends" post on their social media.
The inability to interact with real people in a social situation without fucking tweeting that you're doing so and instagramming a photo of it onto fucking pinterest.
Work was utterly hectic so I took five minutes away from the desk to do a crap, but I have Obsessive Computing Disorder so before I knew it I was getting my phone out for a quick game of turds with friends
by jwgrooves October 24, 2013

The practise, usually employed by sexually insecure males around men they suspect may be homosexual, of firmly establishing their heterosexuality even before it was called into question.
Dale: Nice hat, John.
John: Yeah, thanks, my wife bought it for me. She's a girl. With tits and everything. Mmmm, tits.
Dale: No need for the preemptive gay strike, dude. You're so not my type.
John: Hmph.
John: Yeah, thanks, my wife bought it for me. She's a girl. With tits and everything. Mmmm, tits.
Dale: No need for the preemptive gay strike, dude. You're so not my type.
John: Hmph.
by jwgrooves August 17, 2010

The bliss of a well-kept lady-garden.
She's so neat and tidy, so serene; this utopiary is the ideal of a perfect pudenda. I want to live here forever.
by jwgrooves July 09, 2010
