Where were you Friday night?
At a football game, marching at halftime.
What about Saturday?
Marching Contest.
Sunday?
Practicing for Region Band.
Monday after school? Tuesday? Every other day of the school week?
Marching practice. Come on, you think I have another life or something?
When performing cunnalingus on a woman whose pubes have heretofore never been trimmed. The experience can best be compared to slogging through the Mekong River Delta c. 1968. The fear grips you. You're back in the 'shit!
Hesh: I met this chick last night. She was hot, beautiful and amazing. I took her back to my crib and we got busy. All was great until I hit the sticky place. Man, she was a beast! I was Munching the Mekong; she was so hairy.
The act of performing oral sex on someone while you are afflicted with a cold or upper respiratory ailment, causing a snorting sound similar to that made by a moose, horse, deer, etc.
So she decided to go down on me last night even though she had a sinus infection. I told her it was a bad idea but next thing I know there she is Moose Munching me.
"When you march, you want to take your foot and place it in front of the other foot."
"Wait, isn't that walking?"
"NO SHUT THE FUCK UP IT'S MARCHING LOOK AT MY FUCKING FEET. THIS IS FUCKING MARCHING BAND NOT WALKING BAND."
Also known as MBWS. The feeling of being lost and alone after the marching band season has ended. You now have free weekends, but what will you do? Didn't you have a marching band competition? What will you do?
Yeah, last year my Marching Band Withdrawl Syndrome was really bad.