Polite refusal to engage in sexual activity with a member of the opposite (hell, this is the new millenium, or the SAME) sex.
Amanda turned down Melissa's proposition for a dirty weekend, saying "I don't want to ruin our friendship." Then she deleted Melissa from her Outlook contacts, her cell phone SIM chip and changed her phone number.
by Luigi July 11, 2004
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hard core

musical attitude or style or genre showing no compromises with approching reality. a direct way of expressing ideas through powerfull walls of sound and an agressive lyric style.
hard core music.
that man is the hard core of his office.
by luigi November 27, 2003
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AI

Mommy, can I buy that AI? I think it should plug up quiet nicely up Bill's Bum.
by Luigi May 19, 2004
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pillow biter

Gay, especially a gay bottom or the masochist of a sado-masochistic homosexual pair. A homo, busycheeks, or a panty-waist,pansy,nancy boy
Bruce was a pillow biter, as his roommate found out.
by Luigi July 11, 2004
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busycheekistry

Bruce stopped into the bathhouse for some busycheekistry.
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solar flares

Origin: teenage boys summer camp sports event. The sport of lighting farts in a darkened cabin. Longest, brightest wins overall. Best of class can include categories such as color (yellow for sulfur, blue for the rarer methane-producers.) Other categories such as least-singed butthairs are rarer and judged less often, primarily because someone has to be designated as counter of singed butthairs and that requires a strong magnifying glass and an even stronger stomach or a perverted interest in men's butts.
The kids at Hihowahya Summer Camp were caught playing "Solar Flares" and were given kp duty for three weeks, which was stupid as their stay at camp was for fourteen days only.
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h school

Could be high school, but also is husband's school, where men learn the fine art of pleasing women and leaving the toilet seat in a righteous position.
Husbands in remote Kreplachistan still attend "Poosiwippauniversitaat" or "School for Husbands." It's as mandatory before a Kreplachi wedding as a prenup in Beverly Hills.

Potential husbands learn important skills like taking out the trash, mowing the lawn without prompting, cleaning up after the goats in the yard, running errands and putting down the toilet seat.

"It is a difficult habit to break if your mother did not teach you, as a young boy, to do this," remarks Hayseed Fuzzlov, one of the students who hoped he would marry well as a result of his studies. "I always use the toilet with the seat down," confides the more savvy Fabian Goatchek. "My mother trained me well."

It is said that the best brides will reject any proposal from a potential husband who doesn't possess the distinctive diploma, a whip crossed with a rolling pin tatooed on a tanned cat skin. "I wouldn't want a woman who didn't want me to have this schooling," remarks Igo Bonkers, a young man with a flourishing mustache, traditional in this mountainous land and useful for straining the bugs and leaves out of the strong Kreplachi tea "She would be a kind of a slut if she didn't." Unfortunately, after he uttered the Kreplachi word for "slut", three Amazons charged out of the bushes and clubbed him senseless with rolling pins. Such words are beneath the classically trained male students, and violations of the rules are judged harshly.

Advanced studies in diaper changing, doing dishes without breakage, foot-rubbing and finding gainful employment are available for those who really are serious about a good marriage, and remedial courses are typically completely booked months in advanced.

The final exam is said to be very tough: "They might ask you something difficult like 'Does this dress make me look fat' and you'd better have the right answer. You could die right on the spot if you get it wrong" Bonkers tells the reporter.

Last year eight men didn't make it through the course. But even their mothers weren't terribly sorry. "They just didn't learn. Not that we didn't try." remarked one mother, whose late son was a notable dunce. "He deserved what he got."
by Luigi August 10, 2004
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