by Ushanka Sheep October 13, 2020
Get the breathe nose airmug. Compass pilot: Hey look, it's the Mormon air force *waves ecstatically*
SkyWest pilot 1: Did you see them wave?
SkyWest pilot 2: Yeah, it's just the velvet air force. They get SUPER excited, it's FABULOUS!
SkyWest pilot 1: Did you see them wave?
SkyWest pilot 2: Yeah, it's just the velvet air force. They get SUPER excited, it's FABULOUS!
by veewan November 17, 2017
Get the velvet air forcemug. When you have loose runing or sport shorts, but no compressing shorts under and one of your testicle pops out the side your shorts while you are streching, doing exercise, etc..
(Tom and Will streching)
Tom: "Will, do some curl ups."
Will: "Ok".(Will get in the postion and starts to do them)
Tom: "Yo, Will"!!
Will: "What"?
Tom: "Dude, your exposing it to some air".
Will: "What"?
Tom: "Man, one of your testicles is hanging out of your shorts".
Tom: "Will, do some curl ups."
Will: "Ok".(Will get in the postion and starts to do them)
Tom: "Yo, Will"!!
Will: "What"?
Tom: "Dude, your exposing it to some air".
Will: "What"?
Tom: "Man, one of your testicles is hanging out of your shorts".
by TheFoundingFatherL. October 24, 2012
Get the Exposing it to some airmug. the act of putting your anus directly over someones mouth and farting, letting them inhale the gas and filter the clean air out through the nose
by DLeroyJenkinsS November 6, 2010
Get the cinncinati air filtermug. by Hardstuff May 29, 2004
Get the Chucky air lawmug. a high five given aross the room without touching. ("wi-five") Call for you to give a "high five" at the same time as some one across the room from and facing you. the five meets in the middle.
Lunchbox-"burnnnn!"
Am-"air five!"
*air five takes place*
Lunchbox-"wait for it....waiiiittt.. *air five meets*...YEA!
Am-"air five!"
*air five takes place*
Lunchbox-"wait for it....waiiiittt.. *air five meets*...YEA!
by Ambah! February 11, 2008
Get the Air Fivemug. A message that looks like it's going to turn into a Bel Air, but against all expectations, does not.
Dude #1: "About 2 weeks ago I went to an Albertson's grocery store to pick up some food for work.
I pay with my credit card, and the instant the credit card processes the purchase, the clerk's phone rings.
As I'm walking away towards the door, the clerk speaks up. "Wait!"
I turn to face her, and as I do she reaches the phone out towards me.
"Um... it's for you, actually."
At this moment I don't even know what the fuck to think.
Did I just win the millionth customer award and this is my congratulatory phone call?
Was there something wrong with my credit card and the FBI or some agency was going to interrogate me?
Did motherfucking Morpheus just call me?
I reluctantly and suspiciously accepted the phone. I put the phone up to my ear without speaking so I could gather some intel on the mystery caller.
But instead of waiting for me to say 'hello', the voice over the phone somehow knew I was listening and immediately began talking: "Are you rolling on ecstasy?"
At that moment, time began to move very slowly. It was like Matrix-time. I looked up and inspected the faces on the clerk and the customers waiting in line behind me. Their expressions gave me no clues.
I had no idea how to respond to the voice.
Were my purchasing habits suspicious or particular for a drug user? I mean, I had bought a bottle of water. I suppose people on X do dehydrate quickly. But I don't suppose people usually get these kinds of phone calls for simply buying water. So I wondered maybe I looked stoned. Was I staggering? Had management seen me over the store cameras and thought I looked intoxicated? I am probably a hypochondriac because I'm always suspicious I might have health problems. Maybe I have Multiple Sclerosis after all and I was staggering around the store and didn't even notice it.
I had a lot of questions, but was only able to verbalize the first one that came to my head: "The fuck?"
The voice shot back: "Why are you wearing that mask?"
I had a dust mask dangling from my neck that I used at work because I'm allergic to the dust and pollen out in the desert.
Instead of answering the question, I asked: "Who the fuck is this?"
In a more casual and reassuring tone, the voice responded: "It's me, bitch!"
I noticed something flicker in my visual periphery, looked up and saw an Albertson's employee several registers down, talking on the phone.
It was my friend Hector from high school, years ago. Spacetime returned to normality. I still felt weird for a while after that.
I kinda hoped it was Morpheus."
Dude #2: Bel Air-ball! Totally thought I was gonna get princed.
I pay with my credit card, and the instant the credit card processes the purchase, the clerk's phone rings.
As I'm walking away towards the door, the clerk speaks up. "Wait!"
I turn to face her, and as I do she reaches the phone out towards me.
"Um... it's for you, actually."
At this moment I don't even know what the fuck to think.
Did I just win the millionth customer award and this is my congratulatory phone call?
Was there something wrong with my credit card and the FBI or some agency was going to interrogate me?
Did motherfucking Morpheus just call me?
I reluctantly and suspiciously accepted the phone. I put the phone up to my ear without speaking so I could gather some intel on the mystery caller.
But instead of waiting for me to say 'hello', the voice over the phone somehow knew I was listening and immediately began talking: "Are you rolling on ecstasy?"
At that moment, time began to move very slowly. It was like Matrix-time. I looked up and inspected the faces on the clerk and the customers waiting in line behind me. Their expressions gave me no clues.
I had no idea how to respond to the voice.
Were my purchasing habits suspicious or particular for a drug user? I mean, I had bought a bottle of water. I suppose people on X do dehydrate quickly. But I don't suppose people usually get these kinds of phone calls for simply buying water. So I wondered maybe I looked stoned. Was I staggering? Had management seen me over the store cameras and thought I looked intoxicated? I am probably a hypochondriac because I'm always suspicious I might have health problems. Maybe I have Multiple Sclerosis after all and I was staggering around the store and didn't even notice it.
I had a lot of questions, but was only able to verbalize the first one that came to my head: "The fuck?"
The voice shot back: "Why are you wearing that mask?"
I had a dust mask dangling from my neck that I used at work because I'm allergic to the dust and pollen out in the desert.
Instead of answering the question, I asked: "Who the fuck is this?"
In a more casual and reassuring tone, the voice responded: "It's me, bitch!"
I noticed something flicker in my visual periphery, looked up and saw an Albertson's employee several registers down, talking on the phone.
It was my friend Hector from high school, years ago. Spacetime returned to normality. I still felt weird for a while after that.
I kinda hoped it was Morpheus."
Dude #2: Bel Air-ball! Totally thought I was gonna get princed.
by 2hamsters1couple April 25, 2009
Get the Bel Air-ballmug.