Part the pink sea like Moses is a description of ones sexual prowess. It is a phrase meant to imply that one is so skilled or gifted in some area of sexual activity, that they can almost literally control the opening and pleasure of vaginas at will and with little effort. Akin to Moses opening the red sea.
Can also be used as a powerful exclamation due to the immediate imagery conjured by the phrase.
Can also be used as a powerful exclamation due to the immediate imagery conjured by the phrase.
" I stared down at her and knew all that she desired. I could see how I wanted her, I knew it would happen long before she did, I would part the pink sea like moses. Then the road to all my fantasies would be fully open."
Harry: " hey man are you goin out tonight with that chickyou met at the bar?"
Richard: " you bet your ass man, ima part the pink sea like moses!"
Bar hoochie: " ...(muffled) you know im standing right here right!?"
Harry: " hey man are you goin out tonight with that chickyou met at the bar?"
Richard: " you bet your ass man, ima part the pink sea like moses!"
Bar hoochie: " ...(muffled) you know im standing right here right!?"
by Fanboy1692 January 31, 2018
the act of dropping the kids of at the sea side is to have a good ole' shit, and because everything that the porcelain got eats ends in the sea the term "drop the kids off at the sea side" comes into effect.
oh man i really need to drop the kids off at the sea side!
dude1: hey where you running off to?
dude2: i gotta drop the kids off at the sea side mate.
dude1: ohhhh got ya, dont be late!
dude1: hey where you running off to?
dude2: i gotta drop the kids off at the sea side mate.
dude1: ohhhh got ya, dont be late!
by hazmat man July 04, 2006
by EarthlingGod1729 March 19, 2022
(verb): to choose between two alternative options, but none of which suit your immediate purposes in life or none of whose consequences are very pleasant for you, at least atm
mother: Daniel I found out yesterday you are doing pot. I won't stand for it to have a marijuana smoker and high school drop out in my house. Now choose between the devil and the deep blue sea. Either you go to night class to make something out of yourself or you can move the hell out of my house onto welfare. Your choice; now the ball is in your half court
Daniel: whenever I have chosen my path, I'll come and talk to you.
Daniel: whenever I have chosen my path, I'll come and talk to you.
by Sexydimma October 18, 2012
Hey man, I want to fuck my girlfriend tonight but it's her period and it'll be a bloody mess.
- cmon dude, a good pirate also sails on the red sea.
- cmon dude, a good pirate also sails on the red sea.
by reggiemt April 20, 2017
by Klesslol90 March 04, 2022
An example of Beare's Law of Accelerating Catastrophe at Sea - BLAC.
Imagine you are at sea and sailing along nicely a few miles off the coast of Corsica. You have the Genoa poled out and are running downwind. You are single handed. You pop down below to make yourself a cup of tea. Everything is fine. All of a sudden the wind shifts and you gybe. The pole slams across the forestay bent; the genoa is backed and the pole is trapped under the sail. As the boat lurches you are scolded with coffee. You rush on deck to sea the wind picking up and the boat floundering.
You are confident you will soon bring things under control. However, the wind is gusting alarmingly. A squawl from the hills. You cannot get the whisker pole off to furl the sail. You look up and in horror you see a ship coming at you dead ahead. The wind gusts and the boat is knocked down. You slip and land hard on deck bruising your arm.
And so it accumulates as you experience Beare's Law of Accelerating Catastrophe at Sea - BLAC.
Imagine you are at sea and sailing along nicely a few miles off the coast of Corsica. You have the Genoa poled out and are running downwind. You are single handed. You pop down below to make yourself a cup of tea. Everything is fine. All of a sudden the wind shifts and you gybe. The pole slams across the forestay bent; the genoa is backed and the pole is trapped under the sail. As the boat lurches you are scolded with coffee. You rush on deck to sea the wind picking up and the boat floundering.
You are confident you will soon bring things under control. However, the wind is gusting alarmingly. A squawl from the hills. You cannot get the whisker pole off to furl the sail. You look up and in horror you see a ship coming at you dead ahead. The wind gusts and the boat is knocked down. You slip and land hard on deck bruising your arm.
And so it accumulates as you experience Beare's Law of Accelerating Catastrophe at Sea - BLAC.
by Angus Beare March 26, 2007