A large, gaping, sagging mass of pink usually found on an old, burnt out whore resembling a pink taffy factory
My cock in her taffy factory looked like a weinerschnitzel stuck in a 10 pound bucket of chewed bubblicious
by PilotMike April 03, 2005
when a female has a large ammount of unprotected sex, then fails to 'clean out the closet' in her next shower, leaving the males bi-product to fester in her body, causing a chemical fermentation making the product into a very yoghurt like liquid
by dj dribillz July 09, 2011
by SlipperyLobster April 26, 2021
place where a jerk is produced, put through riggerous asshole testing and once certified, sent out into society
by big d May 02, 2004
Commonly assoctiated with the anus, or more specifically the sphincter that cuts the turds. See also turd cutter
More specifically pertaining to the digestive system wherein raw materials (food) come in at one end of a production line and go out as a finished product (turds) at the other. The mouth, tongue, and teeth act as the gathering function of production. The stomach is where the materials for production are prepared for manufacturing. The upper intestines are the production line where the finished product is made and the lower intestines serve as a location for product storage and incubation while the product waits to ship. The anus or sphincter itself acts as the shipping department.
More specifically pertaining to the digestive system wherein raw materials (food) come in at one end of a production line and go out as a finished product (turds) at the other. The mouth, tongue, and teeth act as the gathering function of production. The stomach is where the materials for production are prepared for manufacturing. The upper intestines are the production line where the finished product is made and the lower intestines serve as a location for product storage and incubation while the product waits to ship. The anus or sphincter itself acts as the shipping department.
Seth: I'm taking applications to work at my turd factory. I have an opening in the shipping department.
Kevin: What the fuck is a turd factory.
Seth: That's not important, the important thing is that I need someone to work really hard in my shipping department. I can handle all the receiving at my turd factory, but I really can't manage all the shipping.
Kevin: What if i wanted to receive instead of ship?
Seth: No, no. I'm really, really good at receiving. I see you as more of a shipper.
Kevin: You don't sound very convincing.
Seth: Okay. Tell you what. We can work things out. Sometimes I'll receive and sometimes you can.
Kevin: No thanks. I'll think I'll look for a different job.
Kevin: What the fuck is a turd factory.
Seth: That's not important, the important thing is that I need someone to work really hard in my shipping department. I can handle all the receiving at my turd factory, but I really can't manage all the shipping.
Kevin: What if i wanted to receive instead of ship?
Seth: No, no. I'm really, really good at receiving. I see you as more of a shipper.
Kevin: You don't sound very convincing.
Seth: Okay. Tell you what. We can work things out. Sometimes I'll receive and sometimes you can.
Kevin: No thanks. I'll think I'll look for a different job.
by WTF Dictionary July 11, 2012
Any creepy and sleazy establishment that thinks rape culture and rape jokes are hilarious and justifies this stance with poorly thought out arguments and ignoring complaints
Person one: Hey want to check out the new bar that opened up?
Person 2: No thanks. I heard that place is a total daiquiri factory. One of my friend's went and said the bartender laughed when a guy pretended to add GHB to her drink. GROSS.
Person 2: No thanks. I heard that place is a total daiquiri factory. One of my friend's went and said the bartender laughed when a guy pretended to add GHB to her drink. GROSS.
by Choconaumi February 04, 2014
legendary club in hells kitchen ny...
those who went remeber it as an experiance you will never forget...
those who went remeber it as an experiance you will never forget...
by sfmar May 02, 2005