Me: Hey guess who I took home yesterday? I have a new Saddle sister.I rode that Dick for hours last night.
Friend : please tell me its not my ex ? I don't need you for my saddle sister he add to my family he s been around so much its like we should have reunion.
Friend : please tell me its not my ex ? I don't need you for my saddle sister he add to my family he s been around so much its like we should have reunion.
by Stay slow January 13, 2021
Mr Hook turned the corner onto Sheriff Street, just in time to see Miss Reidy, the new teacher, dismount from her bicycle, a shiny red Raleigh in the Dutch style, and head into the sweet shop. She was in her mid 20s and had started teaching the fourth class in the boys primary school last September, fresh from teacher training college.
Her black leather saddle shone like an old fashioned constable’s boots. There was no one else on the street. It was a warm summer morning, and Miss Reidy had only been wearing a light rayon skirt. But what if he was caught? The boys went to that school, it would surely come back to Ingrid and then he’d be out on his ear again.
If Mr Hook was quick he would have just enough time. He looked left and right, and as he drew level with the bicycle, dropped his head and took a long, deep inhalation of her sharp, rich scent.
He closed his eyes to savour the aroma and rose slowly to find his way blocked by the figure of Miss Reidy, a waxed paper packet of bullseyes in her hand.
“My, my, you are a dirty boy” she intoned slowly, raising an eyebrow and popping a bullseye between her cherry red lips, “who would have thought we had a naughty little saddle sniffer in town”.
Her black leather saddle shone like an old fashioned constable’s boots. There was no one else on the street. It was a warm summer morning, and Miss Reidy had only been wearing a light rayon skirt. But what if he was caught? The boys went to that school, it would surely come back to Ingrid and then he’d be out on his ear again.
If Mr Hook was quick he would have just enough time. He looked left and right, and as he drew level with the bicycle, dropped his head and took a long, deep inhalation of her sharp, rich scent.
He closed his eyes to savour the aroma and rose slowly to find his way blocked by the figure of Miss Reidy, a waxed paper packet of bullseyes in her hand.
“My, my, you are a dirty boy” she intoned slowly, raising an eyebrow and popping a bullseye between her cherry red lips, “who would have thought we had a naughty little saddle sniffer in town”.
by DCor April 22, 2023
The original redmans greasy mustache.
by Saddleman January 31, 2022
by Poorash October 07, 2010
A burning sensation, residual effects often lasting 3-5 minutes, caused by the properties of a shit being either gargantuan in size, spicy in content or both. The consequential result displaying characteristics reminiscent of early American cowboys' bow legged walking style due to long periods of horseback riding.
"I'd help you move the couch if it wasn't for that Blazin' Saddle..."
"Heroin overdose, black market kidney removal and Blazin' Saddle are the only reasons to take a cold bath."
"Heroin overdose, black market kidney removal and Blazin' Saddle are the only reasons to take a cold bath."
by Lane Train January 29, 2009
by bb July 18, 2003
Andy: "hey bob, i just saw 1 cowboy blowing this other cowboy off behind a tree."
Bob: "Must be saddle faggots."
Bob: "Must be saddle faggots."
by Anonymousman0 April 20, 2011