by Maxhole June 22, 2009
Get the Slambodiamug. An extremely long, thick, hard penis that controls its owner so completely, he cannot prevent it from making all his decisions.
The questionnaire was long and boring.
"Have you ever driven more than 300 miles for sex?"
Three hundred miles? John mused to himself. How about three thousand? He'd done that at least a dozen times.
"This test was written by pussies." he murmured.
He finished, at last and turned in his form and #2 pencil to the redhead in the tight black leather skirt. "Thank you." she said, icily, as she slipped the form into the scoring machine, which began whirring softly. It spat out the form and she snatched it up and perused it with steadily increasing wonderment.
"Perfect score... this isn't possible... this... you... " she met John's arrogant stare. His faint smile. Was he for real?
"My god." she said at last.
"What is it like living under a pricktatorship?"
John smiled and tilted his head and sighed.
"Why don't you come home with me and find out for yourself?"
He observed once again, the splendor of the color nature program playing out on her skin. Her cheeks flushed in a riot of bright red, wildfire spreading out across her alabaster orbs as her heart began jackhammering and her eyes dilated.
"OK," she heard herself say.
It was time she did some real research.
"Have you ever driven more than 300 miles for sex?"
Three hundred miles? John mused to himself. How about three thousand? He'd done that at least a dozen times.
"This test was written by pussies." he murmured.
He finished, at last and turned in his form and #2 pencil to the redhead in the tight black leather skirt. "Thank you." she said, icily, as she slipped the form into the scoring machine, which began whirring softly. It spat out the form and she snatched it up and perused it with steadily increasing wonderment.
"Perfect score... this isn't possible... this... you... " she met John's arrogant stare. His faint smile. Was he for real?
"My god." she said at last.
"What is it like living under a pricktatorship?"
John smiled and tilted his head and sighed.
"Why don't you come home with me and find out for yourself?"
He observed once again, the splendor of the color nature program playing out on her skin. Her cheeks flushed in a riot of bright red, wildfire spreading out across her alabaster orbs as her heart began jackhammering and her eyes dilated.
"OK," she heard herself say.
It was time she did some real research.
by Maxhole June 22, 2009
Get the pricktatormug. faithfool (faith fool) NOUN. A person whose beliefs are destructive to self and others, i.e., Crusaders, Jihadists, Fascists, Communists, etc. Fanatics who lie, cheat and kill for their god, in return for dubious heavenly rewards. From “faith” and “fool.”
by Maxhole June 20, 2009
Get the faithfoolmug. poetronics (po et ron iks) NOUN. Circuitry or software that writes poetry. One example is, "Poetry CreatOR 2," an online poetry generator (created by Jeff Lewis, Erik Sincoff with help from Darin and Thad Nicholson).
An example of poetronics:
The Dancing Lady
by Anonymous
A robin travels from the alarmed Fuckmuffins,
Where the size of the revolver was all that matters
Transferring out, into the distance, the red wagon kicks.
Thrice she said with flattering hairs and horny sighs.
The day wearies, the hunting of pandas is fruitless, come to my embrace
Ecstaticness washed over she like a listless thorn,
With a youthful cluck and a magnanimous conceive we pressed onward
Cast me down from heaven for lying of dark palaces.
So deal not with this once thy glorious TV repairman.
The Dancing Lady
by Anonymous
A robin travels from the alarmed Fuckmuffins,
Where the size of the revolver was all that matters
Transferring out, into the distance, the red wagon kicks.
Thrice she said with flattering hairs and horny sighs.
The day wearies, the hunting of pandas is fruitless, come to my embrace
Ecstaticness washed over she like a listless thorn,
With a youthful cluck and a magnanimous conceive we pressed onward
Cast me down from heaven for lying of dark palaces.
So deal not with this once thy glorious TV repairman.
by Maxhole June 22, 2009
Get the poetronicsmug. Her- Why didn't you come?
Him- Oh, I came.
Her- But no spooge came out.
Him- Yeah, well, the third or fourth time, you start to run out.
Her- I didn't know that... How long does it take to make more?
Him- Spoogeneration only takes a day. Two days if you want a full charge.
Her- That's what I love about fucking you, it's so educational.
Him- Oh, I came.
Her- But no spooge came out.
Him- Yeah, well, the third or fourth time, you start to run out.
Her- I didn't know that... How long does it take to make more?
Him- Spoogeneration only takes a day. Two days if you want a full charge.
Her- That's what I love about fucking you, it's so educational.
by Maxhole June 24, 2009
Get the spoogenerationmug. tongue fu (tung fu) NOUN. The science of kissing and all oral play, especially involving intricate and powerful movements of the tongue. The use of the tongue as a weapon.
by Maxhole June 24, 2009
Get the Tongue Fumug. When Feinstein was a city supervisor, she got the mayor's job because he was assassinated.
While mayor of San Francisco, her husband owned a fuckton of rental property downtown, and quadrupled his net worth. Her money more than doubled.
Now that she's on the Senate Committees on defense, intelligence and homeland security, her husband's company has all these Iraq and Afghanistan construction projects. She votes with Republicans for war to send more money to her hubby.
She oozed her way into office and nothing sticks to her protective coating of slime.
She's not a Democrat, she's a Phlegmocrat.
While mayor of San Francisco, her husband owned a fuckton of rental property downtown, and quadrupled his net worth. Her money more than doubled.
Now that she's on the Senate Committees on defense, intelligence and homeland security, her husband's company has all these Iraq and Afghanistan construction projects. She votes with Republicans for war to send more money to her hubby.
She oozed her way into office and nothing sticks to her protective coating of slime.
She's not a Democrat, she's a Phlegmocrat.
by Maxhole June 22, 2009
Get the Phlegmocratmug.