The name given to broken pieces of flint found in rich people's garden's, usually around expensive shrubberies. They think it looks exclusive and classy. It's neither.
"I see Daryl's been at work in his garden, laying down all that shiny flint pish."
"Yeah well, it's his garden and he can do what he wants with it I suppose."
"True but that money would have been better spent on something which actually looks nice and doesn't show him up to be a colossal asshole with more money than sense."
"Yeah well, it's his garden and he can do what he wants with it I suppose."
"True but that money would have been better spent on something which actually looks nice and doesn't show him up to be a colossal asshole with more money than sense."
by mammarylane September 17, 2017
That horrible sensation when you have just coughed or sneezed and a hot sensation bubbles up from your throat and you realise that you are just about to phlegm up.
Malcolm stood in the middle of his garden, guests surrounding him. He tried to clear his throat as it felt raspy. He tried for a cough and before he knew it an acrid tasting and foul orange dart of hot spew issued forth from his mouth and down onto his shoes. Everyone looked stunned and disgusted including his aunt Miriam. They all knew what had just happened. Malcolm had phlegmed up.
by mammarylane September 17, 2017
The act of slurping large amounts of male jizz from shot glasses while a room full of naked masked men continue with the refills.
Susan surveyed the scene. Her mother had told her to get out and meet men and stop being such a wallflower. She couldn't help feeling though that she had more than likely taken a wrong turn someplace as this wasn't what she hoped her life would be like. Still she would get her protein intake through all this cum chugging for the next decade so who's complaining?
by mammarylane October 24, 2015
The way your anus ends up looking after you have spent any length of time in the bathhouses in the Castro.
Quinby had only recently come out and told his family that he was gay. He had met some very supportive people at the local LGBT center including a very obese lesbian named Cathy. She had encouraged him to get his ass stretched down one of the many bathhouses down in the Castro. He had taken her up on this advice and soon trotted down there, lube in hand, rubbers in the other and before long he was getting taken left, right and center and having a great time of it. He loved being gay. He didn't care about the rainbows or the pride events or even the fact he was now eligible to wear fluffy boots with his white denims and shiny t-shirts. It was all about cock and taking as many as possible. He felt different back there in no time at all. He loved feeling all puckered and loose and was sure that his balloon knot would now be prized by the many leather men in the city who would love to bend him over and give his ass a damn fine walloping.
by mammarylane September 17, 2017