A very nappy, coarse, and thick pubic strip right above the private area of men and/or women. Preferably women. Similar styles include: the hitler, the chewbacca, the slight trim, and the Brazilian wax.
guy: last night, I was gonna get with this 7.3, but when she ripped off her clothes, her giant poof landing strip popped out so I performed a dutch oven on her and told her to leave.
by hankypankydoingthestankylegg January 19, 2010
An individual living being that recognizes legal as a fictional instruction or process that requires consent / contract agreement / or proofs of agreement in order that it be applied to the living being / individual.
Question from business or court> "Who are you?"
Free-man-on-the-land answer> "I am the son of and a living free man on the land"
or
"I am a mother / sister / daughter of and a living being and freeman on the land"
A PERSON'S answer> "I am *stating their given name as being who they are* (fill in the blank)
A PERSON is intestate and fictional property / idea / thing.
A Freeman on the land does not agree to be fictional property, but holds it as his own property that none have power / jurisdiction over it without consent, which is seldom, if ever granted since it usually involves damage to self / conviction of mental illness / without power to govern self and requires knowledge that will not be sought.
Free-man-on-the-land answer> "I am the son of and a living free man on the land"
or
"I am a mother / sister / daughter of and a living being and freeman on the land"
A PERSON'S answer> "I am *stating their given name as being who they are* (fill in the blank)
A PERSON is intestate and fictional property / idea / thing.
A Freeman on the land does not agree to be fictional property, but holds it as his own property that none have power / jurisdiction over it without consent, which is seldom, if ever granted since it usually involves damage to self / conviction of mental illness / without power to govern self and requires knowledge that will not be sought.
by $aint Jorge May 04, 2011
Standing at the limit of an endless ocean
Stranded like a runaway, lost at sea
City on a rainy day down in the harbor
Watching as the grey clouds shadow the bay
Looking everywhere 'cause I had to find you
This is not the way that I remember it here
Anyone will tell you its a prisoner island
Hidden in the summer for a million years
Great Southern Land, burned you black
So you look into the land and it will tell you a story
Story 'bout a journey ended long ago
Listen to the motion of the wind in the mountains
Maybe you can hear them talking like I do
They're gonna betray you, they're gonna forget you
Are you gonna let them take you over that way
Stranded like a runaway, lost at sea
City on a rainy day down in the harbor
Watching as the grey clouds shadow the bay
Looking everywhere 'cause I had to find you
This is not the way that I remember it here
Anyone will tell you its a prisoner island
Hidden in the summer for a million years
Great Southern Land, burned you black
So you look into the land and it will tell you a story
Story 'bout a journey ended long ago
Listen to the motion of the wind in the mountains
Maybe you can hear them talking like I do
They're gonna betray you, they're gonna forget you
Are you gonna let them take you over that way
Great Southern Land, Great Southern Land
You walk alone, like a primitive man
And they make it work, with sticks and bones
See their hungry eyes, its a hungry home
I hear the sound of the stranger's voices
I see their hungry eyes, their hungry eyes
Great Southern Land, Great Southern Land
They burned you black, black against the ground
Standing at the limit of an endless ocean
Stranded like a runaway, lost at sea
City on a rainy day down in the harbor
Watching as the grey clouds shadow the bay
Looking everywhere 'cause I had to find you
This is not the way that I remember it here
Anyone will tell you its a prisoner island
Hidden in the summer for a million years
Great Southern Land, in the sleeping sun
You walk alone with the ghost of time
Where they burned you black, black against the ground
And they make it work with rocks and sand
I hear the sound of the strangers voices
I see their hungry eyes, their hungry eyes
Great Southern Land, Great Southern Land
You walk alone, like a primitive man
You walk alone with the ghost of time
And they burned you black
Yeah, they burned you black
Great Southern Land
Great Southern Land
Great Southern Land
Great Southern Land
Great Southern Land
You walk alone, like a primitive man
And they make it work, with sticks and bones
See their hungry eyes, its a hungry home
I hear the sound of the stranger's voices
I see their hungry eyes, their hungry eyes
Great Southern Land, Great Southern Land
They burned you black, black against the ground
Standing at the limit of an endless ocean
Stranded like a runaway, lost at sea
City on a rainy day down in the harbor
Watching as the grey clouds shadow the bay
Looking everywhere 'cause I had to find you
This is not the way that I remember it here
Anyone will tell you its a prisoner island
Hidden in the summer for a million years
Great Southern Land, in the sleeping sun
You walk alone with the ghost of time
Where they burned you black, black against the ground
And they make it work with rocks and sand
I hear the sound of the strangers voices
I see their hungry eyes, their hungry eyes
Great Southern Land, Great Southern Land
You walk alone, like a primitive man
You walk alone with the ghost of time
And they burned you black
Yeah, they burned you black
Great Southern Land
Great Southern Land
Great Southern Land
Great Southern Land
Great Southern Land
by Death Menace February 06, 2023
by ANDRE December 10, 2003
by Limpmyster January 05, 2014
a paradise that relives everyone from stress. This often occurs when someone is blazzing ( weed ). They enter a state of happiness and become relaxed. This also occurs when you are day dreaming. =
tammiee was blazzing last nite, seemed to me like she was in la la land.
tishhaa! snap out of it your not in la la land!
tishhaa! snap out of it your not in la la land!
by Anna March 05, 2005
When six guys lay on their back in a circle and the girl takes turns riding each of them in sequence.
Bro, if we all put our money together we'll have enough for one hooker this weekend, we can just create Squidward's Tiki Land.
by Toga Seafoam May 23, 2020