lush rimjob
(ləSH rimjäb)
Noun, Verb
1.
Sexual act comprising of a man thrusting between two other mens' mouths: one administering a rimjob (anilingus) from behind and the other administering a blowjob (fellatio) from the front.
Proper Noun
2.
Rush Limbaugh's alias when frequenting gay sex clubs. Also his favorite sex act with Bill O' Reilly and Sean Hannity.
(ləSH rimjäb)
Noun, Verb
1.
Sexual act comprising of a man thrusting between two other mens' mouths: one administering a rimjob (anilingus) from behind and the other administering a blowjob (fellatio) from the front.
Proper Noun
2.
Rush Limbaugh's alias when frequenting gay sex clubs. Also his favorite sex act with Bill O' Reilly and Sean Hannity.
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Aquire one .12 gauge 00 buck shotgun shell, take out the buck shot and jam it into a chicks gaping asshole, then remove the powder and pour it onto the outside of the rectum. You then light the powder and as it goes up in a poof of smoke it singes the chicks asshole and causes her to clench and squeeze the buckshot to form a turtle head, you then proceed to pick out the buckshot with your teeth and or tongue.
Aquire one .12 gauge 00 buck shotgun shell, take out the buck shot and jam it into a chicks gaping asshole, then remove the powder and pour it onto the outside of the rectum. You then light the powder and as it goes up in a poof of smoke it singes the chicks asshole and causes her to clench and squeeze the buckshot to form a turtle head, you then proceed to pick out the buckshot with your teeth and or tongue.
Room mate* Dude it smells like gunpowder and burnt asshole in here
Room mate #2* yeah dude I gave this fat chick a Remington Rimjob last night and it's still lingering
Room mate #2* yeah dude I gave this fat chick a Remington Rimjob last night and it's still lingering
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The drummer for the 60s/early 70s band The Beatles. Gets a whole lotta crap because he was the only nonsuccessful post-Beatles musician. The most amazing cult/ hipster figure EVER.
Hipster: I love Ringo Starr. He made The Beatles.
Prep: No. It was all John Lennon and Paul McCartney.
Hipster:your lameness depresses me.
Prep: No. It was all John Lennon and Paul McCartney.
Hipster:your lameness depresses me.
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He is sexy
Most people called Ringo will have a big dick and will be amazing in bed and amazing bf
If your name is Ringo then you will be very attractive
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Unexpected disasters
Bastards testing the master
Blessing the masses with paragraphs that will blast ya to smithereens
The guillotine
That fell from the mezzanine
Just landed but started falling back in 1917
By whatever means, I'm a sever spleens
While I perfectly describe a thousand murders that I never seen
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Watch the phenomenal writer blow holes thru your abdominal
Then I'll plummet thru the sky like a loud comet
Lyrics make the sun bead thoughts that make a cloud vomit
Snitches lay next to shotgun shells
Once he dead man I promise you he not gon tell
For the hell I spiked the kool-aid with scorpion venom
If some alien's attacks don't run to me for help I probably sent 'em
To take me out you gonna need a few more hundred men
One thousand is my ranking on a scale from one to ten
I leave ya staff guessing in the lab stressing
Paragraph blessing here's a math lesson
Action, when I take your soul from you that's subtraction
When I split you in two halves then you a fraction
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I'm colder than a homeless Eskimo
I'm a potential mental patient
A science fictional manifestation of another mans imagination (ugh)
My raps will shatter anatomical compositions to shrapnel
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In a cold cave with a witch, two leprechauns, and a sorceress
I transcend, concentrate ya levels no man been standing
With a cello on my chin playing mentally with my hands in
When he slept all you heard was mad screams
Cuz he was dreaming that he kept waking up from bad dreams
And each dream contained a hundred more dreams with different scenes
Prolonging paralysis with multiplied recurring themes
And I do it smooth
My epilogues making the music move
Twist your brain up with my hand and mash it back up like a Rubix Cube
Historical my eloquence is categorical
Travel thru portals the immortal metaphorical oracle
Unexpected disasters
Bastards testing the master
Blessing the masses with paragraphs that will blast ya to smithereens
The guillotine
That fell from the mezzanine
Just landed but started falling back in 1917
By whatever means, I'm a sever spleens
While I perfectly describe a thousand murders that I never seen
Your flow is comical mine is astronomical
Watch the phenomenal writer blow holes thru your abdominal
Then I'll plummet thru the sky like a loud comet
Lyrics make the sun bead thoughts that make a cloud vomit
Snitches lay next to shotgun shells
Once he dead man I promise you he not gon tell
For the hell I spiked the kool-aid with scorpion venom
If some alien's attacks don't run to me for help I probably sent 'em
To take me out you gonna need a few more hundred men
One thousand is my ranking on a scale from one to ten
I leave ya staff guessing in the lab stressing
Paragraph blessing here's a math lesson
Action, when I take your soul from you that's subtraction
When I split you in two halves then you a fraction
Fast or slow its best ya know not to test the flow, its K-Rino
I'm colder than a homeless Eskimo
I'm a potential mental patient
A science fictional manifestation of another mans imagination (ugh)
My raps will shatter anatomical compositions to shrapnel
Twist you up horizontally, vertically, and diagonal
I'm the scary one, paragraph killer copied by everyone
Rappers mangled so bad it turned vultures to vegetarians
I'm laced with flows so sharp each word places
Five slashes like a blade that made faces look like K-Swiss
I flame throw, you maintain the same flow
In cloud battles I make colored blood stains drip out of the rainbow
My life get to the point where it don't matter what you spice with
I'm immune to stab wounds he kept jugging me till the knife quit
I was foreseen by an Ethiopian queen
Not in the past but in the future 3017
I'm a live threat that survived seven hundred twenty five threats
You witnessing a prelude the real me hasn't arrived yet (ugh uh)
My rough courses are taught by unseen forces
In a cold cave with a witch, two leprechauns, and a sorceress
I transcend, concentrate ya levels no man been standing
With a cello on my chin playing mentally with my hands in
When he slept all you heard was mad screams
Cuz he was dreaming that he kept waking up from bad dreams
And each dream contained a hundred more dreams with different scenes
Prolonging paralysis with multiplied recurring themes
And I do it smooth
My epilogues making the music move
Twist your brain up with my hand and mash it back up like a Rubix Cube
Historical my eloquence is categorical
Travel thru portals the immortal metaphorical oracle
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