Cat Call

Usually a whistle or comment that is almost always sexual. It most of the time is from a man to a woman. No one likes it so people need to stop.

Alex- *Walking to Work*
Random Stranger- Nice Ass!
Alex- (now feels really uncomfortable from the cat call)

by peoplearetheabsouluteworst May 14, 2020

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Christian booty call

An event that involves a female coming over to your house, but instead of sex, you get to bake things or wrap presents.
You usually receive loads of ridicule from your buddies.

"Hey Dave, did you hit that last night"
"No dude, it was a Christian booty call."

by Reggie Das Vall May 8, 2008

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A Cock Call is the morning equivilent of a booty call, it must happen after 5am and generally is when one or both parties are in between a state of sobriety and intoxication from the previous evening yet still horny and looking looking for some no strings attached sex.

Not to be confused with a nooner which is at/around the noon hour and is when both parties are sober.

Dude, had a few too many last night and had to call Becky for a Cock Call at 6am to help me tame the morning wood. She came over and after the cock call made me breakfast and then I took a nap.

by Cdn loVer August 15, 2009

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spank my butt and call me Nancy

to punctuate desperation in order to change a circumstance

Attending a tedious cocktail party from which Billy D finds himself pinned in a conversation from which there is no relief. Standing there, minute after minute, taking it all in and wanting nothing more that to be home in bed; he feels his stomach turn and tighten, cold and sweat outline him, he wants out; his Gucci suit minimizes. His scalp itches and hots up suffocating under the conversation and the people. Suddenly, a well-groomed accountant next to him barks out, "Current data from my data extrapolated to further the outcomes on the Harrington Report confirms a speculation that the market trend should ..." At that point, Billy D. has his Dickens’ moment; his steamed brain snaps. A growling hum exits his thorax inexplicably. The accountant eyes him -- a dik dik to an approaching lion. Billy D. holds the accountant’s eyes way too long in primeval contact. He raises his eyebrows up and down as the masturbator in Dostoyevsky’s famous novel . He wanted the floor; he wanted to express something real; now he had the floor and total control; they were fixated. Then he let go the phrase that would end his tenure at the conversation hell-school of life and liberate him from their hold now and forever. He gave it up, loud and proud in rainbow fashion, "Well, spank my butt and call me Nancy." And that was it. It was all over. Their grip on him came crashing down. What he was in others' eyes now permitted him to leave the group without question or guilt forever it would be different.

by Royal Wulff October 11, 2013

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