by Andying December 14, 2012
Get the Andyingmug. 
When one is the son of a notorious Pedo and grew up in denial even with overwhelming evidence that proves the opposite
by I am mr shiny forehead October 28, 2023
Get the Andy syndromemug. It’s not the biggest but it’s a good length but the real strength in this specimen is the speed and time it’s used, that’s why it’s called the thumper
Veronica: I had sex with Willem last night, he was huge
Ava: I had sex with Andy. Andy’s Thumper isn’t the biggest but it gets the job done
Ava: I had sex with Andy. Andy’s Thumper isn’t the biggest but it gets the job done
by Łøšęr March 16, 2021
Get the Andy’s Thumpermug. He’s a Indian Asian man who’s about 4’9, and his chubby cheeks (on his face) stick out he has so much rizz but he doesn’t use it. the only game he plays is Roblox and call of duty his glizzy is 30 feet long that’s what Tommy said. His glizzy is also like a tripod.
by Marqueefer February 22, 2024
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.