Andy is the best friend of all. He demonstrates courage, loyalty and he is fierce in the face of ugly sox. Don't put him in the microwave or he will pop happiness upon you from his penis. Andy the gay cowboy knows no nose. You'd be happy to get an handy from Andy any time of day. Particularly in the morning when the moon light is ethereal in it's glow.
If you know an Andy, then you know what it's like to be loved.
If you know an Andy, then you know what it's like to be loved.
by Pomeranian Smiles May 12, 2020
Get the Andymug. adjective
To be annoying and nosy, generally short and small-like a little leprechaun. They are also perceived as someone more demanding than the normal scope.
To be annoying and nosy, generally short and small-like a little leprechaun. They are also perceived as someone more demanding than the normal scope.
The girl over there is a andi
by kakadey November 14, 2022
Get the Andimug. A mad fucka who does whatever he wants. The leader of his group and is not afraid to sink beers and smoke darts with the boys on a Saturday. Most likely the best dancer/singer/actor in the country he lives in. Andy Carlton makes people wish they were him.
"I wish I could be like Andy Carlton the beast" and "I wish Andy Carlton would come and get burgered with us this weekend"
by MethBusters July 22, 2018
Get the andy carltonmug. Hot and freaky. Andy Trinh is the greatest asian to ever live. He holds the world record for most sexual encounters and is a 15 time winner of the Asia's Biggest Dick Competition. Winning his first when he was born.
by sexoffender_202 August 11, 2024
Get the Andy Trinhmug. Yo, why he pulling an Andy?
by Not Mack or Justin November 20, 2019
Get the Andymug. When you unleash a bowel movement so vile, so cataclysmically foul, that it feels like your very soul is trying to evacuate your body. This isn’t just a poop—it’s an exorcism. The second it leaves you, the toilet groans in protest. The walls absorb the trauma. The air thickens to the consistency of expired gravy. Birds outside fall silent. Somewhere, a distant car alarm goes off.
The consistency? Indescribable. It’s like hot magma mixed with expired pudding, with a splash zone so extensive it makes Chernobyl look like a minor incident. You try to wipe, but each pass of the toilet paper only seems to spread the damage. It’s like trying to dry off in a hurricane with a single tissue. Your fingers make accidental contact. The toilet paper roll trembles in fear.
Your only option? Full-scale biohazard containment. You strip down to your very essence, stepping into the shower like a war refugee. The water turns brown on impact. You scrub with a level of desperation usually reserved for crime scene cleanups. The drain begins to gurgle—even it wants no part of this. You question your diet, your life choices, and whether you need to alert the CDC.
Even after the scalding shower, you don’t feel clean. The ghost of this dump lingers in your soul. Your bathroom will never be the same. Your dignity is lost forever.
The consistency? Indescribable. It’s like hot magma mixed with expired pudding, with a splash zone so extensive it makes Chernobyl look like a minor incident. You try to wipe, but each pass of the toilet paper only seems to spread the damage. It’s like trying to dry off in a hurricane with a single tissue. Your fingers make accidental contact. The toilet paper roll trembles in fear.
Your only option? Full-scale biohazard containment. You strip down to your very essence, stepping into the shower like a war refugee. The water turns brown on impact. You scrub with a level of desperation usually reserved for crime scene cleanups. The drain begins to gurgle—even it wants no part of this. You question your diet, your life choices, and whether you need to alert the CDC.
Even after the scalding shower, you don’t feel clean. The ghost of this dump lingers in your soul. Your bathroom will never be the same. Your dignity is lost forever.
Janelle knew she had made a grave mistake when she ignored Michelle’s warning about the gas station sushi. An hour later, she was in Michelle’s bathroom, gripping the sink for dear life as she endured the most explosive, soul-shattering bowel event of her existence. The toilet begged for mercy. The walls absorbed the horror. When she finally stood up, she took one look at the devastation and realized—this wasn’t a simple wipe situation. This was a full-scale decontamination effort.
Janelle stepped into the shower, defeated. When she finally emerged, hair wet and eyes hollow, Michelle took one sniff of the air, gagged, and whispered, ‘Jesus, Janelle… you pulled an Andy.’”
Janelle stepped into the shower, defeated. When she finally emerged, hair wet and eyes hollow, Michelle took one sniff of the air, gagged, and whispered, ‘Jesus, Janelle… you pulled an Andy.’”
by dr.costco February 1, 2025
Get the Andymug.