by Mr. Throatwobbler Mangrove January 16, 2018

A plastic rubbery fake penis that you use for self-entertainment and it makes you cream yourself. You can get ones that vibrate and tear your insides apart.
Aww I wish I had a dildo right now.
Jess: Jason used my black dildo on me last night it was so good.
Liv: Aww your so lucky I wish my boyfriend would clap my insides with a dildo.
Jess: Jason used my black dildo on me last night it was so good.
Liv: Aww your so lucky I wish my boyfriend would clap my insides with a dildo.
by BIGBLACKBOYCUMINGINYOURMOM March 27, 2019

Aunt Enya stood by her husband's casket, tears cascading down her grief-stricken face as the wails of the women in the family filled the room. The air was heavy with sorrow, the weight of loss palpable in the mournful atmosphere.
Amidst the sorrow, a whispered secret emerged, passed down through generations - the ancient family "funeral dildo." Shock and disbelief clouded Enya's eyes as the women, consumed by grief, revealed the taboo object. In their shared pain, they sought solace in the forbidden comfort it offered.
One by one, the women took turns, finding a bittersweet release in their shared act of defiance against death's cruel grip. Enya watched, her heart heavy with a mix of shock and understanding. Even Nana Val, her frail body confined to a Victorian wheelchair, found temporary respite from her own suffering. As the night wore on, the echoes of grief softened, replaced by a fragile sense of peace.
In that moment, amongst the tears and whispered confessions, Aunt Enya found a glimmer of hope in the midst of her despair. The mourning dildo, with its taboo allure, had woven a strange tapestry of healing through the tangled threads of grief, binding the women together in a shared, sacred moment of release.
Amidst the sorrow, a whispered secret emerged, passed down through generations - the ancient family "funeral dildo." Shock and disbelief clouded Enya's eyes as the women, consumed by grief, revealed the taboo object. In their shared pain, they sought solace in the forbidden comfort it offered.
One by one, the women took turns, finding a bittersweet release in their shared act of defiance against death's cruel grip. Enya watched, her heart heavy with a mix of shock and understanding. Even Nana Val, her frail body confined to a Victorian wheelchair, found temporary respite from her own suffering. As the night wore on, the echoes of grief softened, replaced by a fragile sense of peace.
In that moment, amongst the tears and whispered confessions, Aunt Enya found a glimmer of hope in the midst of her despair. The mourning dildo, with its taboo allure, had woven a strange tapestry of healing through the tangled threads of grief, binding the women together in a shared, sacred moment of release.
by sad grandma November 22, 2024

by yep9 November 26, 2016

The specific circumstance in which a pigeon gets hit by a flying object often identified to be a dildo (size may vary between 2 and 15 inches, the bigger it is the more likely it is to have joined its fellow dildopigeons in heaven)
Person 1: did you see, that pigeon got hit by a dildo. Its a dildo pigeon now
Person 2: yea just like your mom last night
Person 2: yea just like your mom last night
by Dildopigeon August 10, 2024

by XxDildo_lordxx December 1, 2014

Sam- hey um what's a dildo dealer?
Cam- a person who sells dildos.
Sam- ohhh do you know where I can get one?
Cam- a person who sells dildos.
Sam- ohhh do you know where I can get one?
by Zayla McLellan May 21, 2022
