A true master of the stealth orgasm, a clit ninja is capable of manipulating the clit (the sex organ primarily responsible for female orgasms) completely undetected and with astounding results; a clit ninja is also just generally good in bed.
Amy was so bored in Algebra, she slipped her hand down her skirt and had at it. What a clit ninja.
Tom went down on me for five hours last night. He's my personal clit ninja.
1. Pertaining to human female
breasts. 2. A human female who has incredulously admirable
tits.
Sally took off her bra to increase her boyfriend's boobular access.
Woah, Dave, look at her! That chick is boobular!
Someone (or something) that has been rebuked by
God as being unholy and beyond salvation.
Also spelled "goddamned" by the ignorant.
All y'all God-damned motherfuckers are gunna' die!
1. n - A disgusting, larval parasite that lives in the anus or rectum of a corpse; one who resembles such a creature in appearance or behavior.
Wait . . . after she told you the doctors said it was cancer, you still dumped her that night? What kind of vile, shit-eating ass-maggot are you, anyway?
ovaries, the female gonads. internal sexual organs which control and regulate all things that make a chick tick -- her ride, her slide, her jekyll and hyde, everything that leaves men wide-eyed, mystified, and ever-so-satisfied.
Janell showed serious oves when she told Juicey Jay to fuck off in front of his fellow gang members.
I'm tellin' you bro, that girl has massive oves, she will work you like a slave in the sack.
Tina and Amber should have stopped shopping and had something to eat, or at least drink, but their oves drove them ever onward.
1. "my first kiss" - the first chronological consensual sexual mouth-to-mouth contact in a person's life. 2. "our first kiss" - the first chronological consensual sexual mouth-to-mouth contact in a relationship. past the age of 16, if you close your eyes during a first kiss and it is not because of blinding rain, sleet, shrapnel, or imminent death, then you are a
loser.
"Brad said that the dinner I made us for our fourth date reminded him of his first kiss, because he took his girl to an Italian place. I asked him to tell me more, but he got quiet. He said he was sorry for bringing up that other girl from long ago, and even though I said it wasn't a big deal, he still seemed upset. He looked right into my eyes and said that since he met me, he just had stopped caring about other women completely. With a smirk I leaned over the kitchen table and stopped his stammering with our first kiss, then a lot more."
Gay fatigue is a serious medical condition that occurs when someone of any sexual persuasion becomes physically and emotionally exhausted by the homosexual attention-whoring of one of their associates.
Gay fatique is usually brought on by others' false lisps, enormous rainbow flags, interrupting a conversation to talk about potpourri or rugby more than once a day, and those goddamned pink triangle stickers, but many other instigating factors exist.
Symptoms of gay fatigue may include desires to wear jackboots, tell the associate that "no one cares about your fucking gay problems," or join the Republican Party. If left untreated, gay fatigue can be fatal . . . to the homo who just won't shut up about his or her gayness, that is.
"Thanks for meeting here for lunch, everyone. Obviously, if the Russell account falters, we are going to have to backtrack to the . . ."
"Oh, oh, oh, will you look at that CUTE little parmesan shaker, Jen! I could use that to hold potpourri leaves, and --"
"Will you fuck off with the potpourri leaves, Dan? I've had gay fatigue for two months since you've come out! The whole office has known ever since the day of your interview that you were queerer than a blind turkey in a battleship! Fuck!"
