Gruntosaurus Rex

taking a dinosaur-sized crap; would win the "shit of the year" contest; the kind of dump where you lose weight.

After not crapping for a week, I sat down and loaded up the bowl with a Gruntosaurus Rex.

by DinoDave May 6, 2010

Run the gauntlet

An extreme internet challenge, where you are tasked with watching some of the most horrible videos out there. There are 20 levels and each one gets harder. They include a dog being skinned alive, a baby being run over by a car, and the infamous "three guys one hammer". It is currently unknown why anyone would do this to themselves.

Person 1: Hey man, you should run the gauntlet.
Person 2: no

by SKRIBZ July 23, 2016

Guntabee

A word Logan Paul made up whilst attempting to say going to be

It's guntabee lit tonight

by Yep. December 9, 2016

GUNT MANGLER

1. A MAN WITH A DEATHWISH THAT HAS NOTHING TO LOSE

2. A TALIBAN FIGHTER THAT PLEDGED TO DIE AND FEARS NOTHING

HEY, I HEAR THEIR PAYING GUNT MANGLERS TOP MONEY, FUCK IF I'LL DO THAT, MY LIFES WORTH MORE

by Dpcx Alpha Male September 1, 2009

GUNTCRETE

1. HARDENED GUNT CHEESE THAT COVERS THEN GUNT AND NEEDS TO BE BROKEN OFF WITH A CHIPPING GUN/JACKHAMMER

2. A SELF DEFENSE SLIME THAT THE GUNT OOZES OUT AND COVERS ITSELF

HOLY SHIT THAT GUNTCRETE IS SOME TOUGH SHIT TO CRACK

by Dpcx Alpha Male September 2, 2009

Crimson Gauntlet

When you're dancing with a chick and she's on her period, you look down to see blood on your pants. That's when you reach down into her panties, grab a fistful of blood and slap her across her face.

That bitch freakin' me was on her rag, so I had to serve her up the ole' crimson gauntlet..

by Skipp, Jo & Roob March 18, 2010

Gunt Trap

Not concentrating during the sexual act and finding yourself lost in the dark recesses found beneath the gunt.

I was hot, roaring hot, vomiting with the heat, my every cell protesting as it bucked against the impositions of the atmosphere, and instantly I knew I was caught in a gunt trap.And I was flesh-and-blood, organic, heaving in torment, my breathing corpse in rebellion against the impossible demands being made upon it, this while I fought to control the hot Gunt bucking in my hands, a piece of flesh which I identified as a gunt flap. Crushed by heat. Annihilated by the light of the sky. I should have looked, then. Upwards, I mean. At the sky. At the light. But I didn't. Instead, I dropped the gunt flap. And flinched. Downwards. Squeezing my eyes shut. Trying to squeeze myself into annihilation. Trying to hide. I made my way towards the relative safety of the vulva and hopefully freedom.

by Juan Hunglow April 27, 2010