What happens when, after a long hard ride on the Palm Express to Tissue Lane, your manhood randomly decides it just isn't finished yet. After a longer and more satisfying ham-spanking session, it is still not done. In fact it won't go away, no matter how long and hard you work at it. It is like a zombie, because it will not die. In fact -- it is a zomboner!
Dude, I jacked off nine times last night. Zomboner!
My zomboner is killing me man. In bed, in the shower ...
Jack: "What the fuck man, you've got a boner at football practice?"
Billy: "Zomboner, man!"
When you are not happy with someone, for any reason, work yourself up a bad case of swamp ass, then drag it in lines up and down their body while they sleep, leaving behind a distinctly french smell.
She wouldn't go down on me, so I splooged on the back of her workclothes, and gave her a french zamboni