The Brunswick 69 is a 1920's era manoeuvre which consist of a cleveland steamer, performed upside down with a reverse blumpkin. Gravity forces the blumpker onto the be-seated jobee and allows a wiggling motion to create the steamer, left to right like poo on a windscreen wiper.
Named after the 20's song 'The Brunswick 69' about these sexual gymnastics:
~I'll be seeing you from the top, as I cream you off a crop, dancing gayly left to ride, my fair lady, won't you ride,
The Brunswick sixty-niiiiiine~
~I'll be seeing you from the top, as I cream you off a crop, dancing gayly left to ride, my fair lady, won't you ride,
The Brunswick sixty-niiiiiine~
by MikeeTeevee July 25, 2013
Get the Brunswick 69mug. A grotesque fever-dream of a “pleasure house” that serves no purpose other than to mentally eviscerate and physically disorient its unfortunate patrons. Tucked in the darkest mildew-slick corner of Brunswick where GPS refuses to function, this brothel is infamous for its fully clothed women—dressed like angry librarians from a Soviet horror film—who don’t seduce you, but psychologically break you down while force-feeding you lukewarm bean water and whispering your dead relatives’ regrets into your ear.
You pay to enter, thinking you’re about to be touched by angels. Instead, you’re tackled into a recliner covered in someone’s dad’s back sweat, interrogated about your deepest fears, and then beaten senseless with a bag of frozen hot dogs while an off-key rendition of Ave Maria plays on a loop in the background. At some point, one of the women (named something like Marlene or Deb) will make eye contact so deep it reaches into your childhood and rips out your last happy memory.
The session ends only when you cry out your mother’s maiden name, admit your worst sin, and vomit—at which point you are handed a certificate of shame and a partially used bar of Irish Spring as a “thank you.”
You pay to enter, thinking you’re about to be touched by angels. Instead, you’re tackled into a recliner covered in someone’s dad’s back sweat, interrogated about your deepest fears, and then beaten senseless with a bag of frozen hot dogs while an off-key rendition of Ave Maria plays on a loop in the background. At some point, one of the women (named something like Marlene or Deb) will make eye contact so deep it reaches into your childhood and rips out your last happy memory.
The session ends only when you cry out your mother’s maiden name, admit your worst sin, and vomit—at which point you are handed a certificate of shame and a partially used bar of Irish Spring as a “thank you.”
“I thought I was tough until I spent 12 minutes in a Brunswick Brothel and came out speaking in Morse code and fearing ceiling fans.”
by XSP8 June 24, 2025
Get the Brunswick Brothelmug. To take a dump while drinking coffe,
preferably from a paper cup with low quality coffee from a coffee machine
preferably from a paper cup with low quality coffee from a coffee machine
by yo_farm July 18, 2024
Get the Brunswick combomug. by Strictlyanonymous May 8, 2022
Get the Brunswick funeralmug. When a leprechaun turns gay, and starts fucking all of his straight teammates because he is submissive.
by ThePhantom13 April 25, 2022
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Get the Brunswick Specialmug.