The act of taking your hand, placing it between a woman's or a man's inner thighs and slapping it from side to side like a wild salmon swimming up stream during spawning season. In the process one must yell "wild salmon"!!!
by mystical clitoris January 1, 2009
Get the wild salmon mug.A leg of salmon is usually used as a joke in the work place and is generally used to test the gullibility of a new employee. It starts off by the manager or someone of senior authority asking the unsuspecting employee to carry out a personal favour for them. In this case the boss has asked the new employee if he/she minds going to the fish mongers to collect the leg of salmon that the boss had ordered earlier. Wanting to impress his/hers new boss the new employee (not giving a second thought of what he/she has been asked to do) willingly obliges to go on the errand only to be told by the fishmonger (in the tone of 1+1=2) that salmon don't have legs and return back to their place of work (usually to be greeted by hysterical laughter) looking as pink as a salmon.
Boss: "Jimmy"
Jimmy: "Yes Sir."
Boss: "Could I ask a favour?"
Jimmy: "Certainly Sir."
Boss: "The CEO has called a meeting this afternoon and I have ordered a leg of salmon from the fishmongers over the road, please could you collect it for me, as I wont have time after the meeting. All you have to say is "I have come to collect the leg of salmon reserved for Mr Smith".
Jimmy: "Oh yes Sir. I'll do it straight away Sir."
Jimmy: "Yes Sir."
Boss: "Could I ask a favour?"
Jimmy: "Certainly Sir."
Boss: "The CEO has called a meeting this afternoon and I have ordered a leg of salmon from the fishmongers over the road, please could you collect it for me, as I wont have time after the meeting. All you have to say is "I have come to collect the leg of salmon reserved for Mr Smith".
Jimmy: "Oh yes Sir. I'll do it straight away Sir."
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An amazing Australian actor who played in shows like The Guardian and in the movie Sex and Death 101.
by Simonbakerfan August 16, 2008
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Get the salmon eyes mug.A popular german game similar to Simon Says,
you find someone who is called Simon and run around him while shouting SIMON STINKT.
Then he gets pissed off and cries.
you find someone who is called Simon and run around him while shouting SIMON STINKT.
Then he gets pissed off and cries.
by Bari July 1, 2005
Get the simon stinkt mug.The one or two people who insist on going up a stairway or down a stairway (usually after a train arrives at a subway stop) while all the people leaving the train are going in the opposite direction.
"Of course there were subway salmon when I was late for work and I was trying to get out of the subway in a hurry ... Dude, couldn't they tell the train already left?"
by Pauldonyc September 25, 2012
Get the Subway salmon mug.An American singer-songwriter duo consisting of Paul Simon and a guy with a bushy mustache. They are well known for their close vocal harmonies and refined mustache related traits, such as having a mustache. They became pioneers of Mustache pop, and paved the way for other artists like Crosby, Stills and Mustached Nash, Belle and Mustached Sebastian and The Jesus and Merry Mustache Chaingang.
They were among the most popular mustached recording artists of the 1960s; among their biggest hits were Bridge Over Stubbled Water, A Hazy Glade of Whiskers and Here's To Your Big Ol' Mustache Mrs. Robinson.
They were among the most popular mustached recording artists of the 1960s; among their biggest hits were Bridge Over Stubbled Water, A Hazy Glade of Whiskers and Here's To Your Big Ol' Mustache Mrs. Robinson.
The Mustached Boxer, by Simon and Mustachefunkel
I am just a mustache
Though my mustache is seldom told
I have squandered my whiskers
For a pocket full of stubble such are promises
All lies and mustaches
Still a man beards what he wants to beard
And disregards the chest hair
When I left my home and my family
I was no more than a boy with a mustache
In the company of mustached strangers
In the quiet of the mustached railway station running scared
Laying low, seeking out the poorer quarters
Where the mustached people go
Looking for the places only they would grow mustaches
Lie la lie (Mustache!)...
Asking only workman's mustaches
I come looking for a shave
But I get no offers,
Just a come-on from the bearded whores on Seventh Avenue
I grow some hair, there were times when I was so lonesome and mustacheless
I took some comfort in my hair
Lie la lie (Mustache!)...
Then I'm laying out my mustache clothes
And wishing I was mustached
Going home
Where the mustached New York City winters aren't bleeding me
Bleeding me, going home
In the clearing stands a boxer with a mustache
And a mustached fighter by his trade
And he carries the reminders with a mustache
Of ev'ry mustached glove that layed him down
Or cut him till, with a mustache, he cried out
In his mustached anger and his mustached shame
"I am mustached, I am mustached"
But the mustache still remains
I am just a mustache
Though my mustache is seldom told
I have squandered my whiskers
For a pocket full of stubble such are promises
All lies and mustaches
Still a man beards what he wants to beard
And disregards the chest hair
When I left my home and my family
I was no more than a boy with a mustache
In the company of mustached strangers
In the quiet of the mustached railway station running scared
Laying low, seeking out the poorer quarters
Where the mustached people go
Looking for the places only they would grow mustaches
Lie la lie (Mustache!)...
Asking only workman's mustaches
I come looking for a shave
But I get no offers,
Just a come-on from the bearded whores on Seventh Avenue
I grow some hair, there were times when I was so lonesome and mustacheless
I took some comfort in my hair
Lie la lie (Mustache!)...
Then I'm laying out my mustache clothes
And wishing I was mustached
Going home
Where the mustached New York City winters aren't bleeding me
Bleeding me, going home
In the clearing stands a boxer with a mustache
And a mustached fighter by his trade
And he carries the reminders with a mustache
Of ev'ry mustached glove that layed him down
Or cut him till, with a mustache, he cried out
In his mustached anger and his mustached shame
"I am mustached, I am mustached"
But the mustache still remains
by Niccolò Mustache-iavelli January 27, 2010
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