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Lansing Blow 

Sounds like 'Glancing Blow' but is related to the number of dicks you (a downtrodden Michiganer) would be willing to suck (for money) in order to purchase bus fare out of state.
It was a Lansing Blow that brought me here to California, I sucked literally dozens of strange cocks through the glory hole in the handicap stall of the Greyhound Station to get the fuck out of Michigan.
Lansing Blow by K.Grapher May 22, 2019

Lansing Letter Bomb 

Creative encore to the Des Moines Dip. During a blowjob, pull out the girl's lower lip (like a mailbox) and blow your load between the cheek and gumline. Then, before she can spit or swallow, smack her in the face hard enough to simulate an explosion.
"Hey Lindsay, what the hell happened to your face?"
"Oh, my boss gave me a Lansing Letter Bomb for Secretary's Day."
Lansing Letter Bomb by Ziper December 9, 2007

Lansing, Illinois 

An average, rundown, blue collar, mostly middle income suburban village that is often called "ghetto" by NWI residents.
Munster Kid: So you are from Lansing, Illinois?

Lansing Kid: Yes, I am.

Munster Kid: How ghetto.
Lansing, Illinois by Jag140 September 5, 2011

lansing kansas 

A small bullshit town next to Leavenworth where nothing productive happens and you most likely want to get out as fast as possible.
lansing kansas by whodat2121 April 9, 2017

Lansing, Illinois 

Joey please don’t doubt me, we live in boring Lansing, Illinois
Lansing, Illinois by OOFOOFOOFOOF October 15, 2017

Lansing Suprise 

When you go to Art Van Furnature and buy a love seat on clearance. That night, you decided to have Indian Food. You think to yourself, "damn... my shit will be runny and hot tonite.#windyshit" Suddenly realizing that perhaps today wasn't the best day to both replace your toilet and get Indian food, you desperately search for a place to shit.

The smell of a brand new, cheaply produced Art Van couch pulled you right in... you took of a coushion and hover over the painful springs

"Ow!" You say "spicy, spicy,spicy," you shout. "Fuck my ass, fuck my ass, the Indians have fucked my ass!" The runny diarrhea comes out of your asshole Ronnie and spicy runny and spicy spicy and runny and seeps into the cracks of the brand new couch. At first, you smell shit, but then, the 24 hour artificial couch with preservative Kickin and it starts to smell like citrus.

The next day, the preservative was wearing off. You went back to Art Van to return the couch but they won't let you because you got it on clearance so you shit on it again and drive through the display window with your 1998 Chevy Silverado and dump the shity couch on a fucked up matress.
"Oh fuck"

"What is it Manager Dave?"

"We've got another Lansing Suprise."

"Oh shit"