When wiping ones arse after a particularly sloppy turd
your finger pushes through the paper and into your mess
resulting in what looks like a brown ballerina
"bloody hell cherie, we gotta stop buying this cheap
toilet paper! this is my second brown ballerina today!"
To indulge in condomless Anal Sex with a loving companion, wife or casual acquaintance of indeterminate sexual preference and/or rather questionable morality.
"I say it's starting to smell likes it drying out back there" quieried young Oscar presently.
"Don't you worry my lad, you Brown the Chicken very nicely I assure you and I feel the basting coming on soon enough" replied the Arch Deacon of Tilfords Pump.
Excerpt taken from The Legend of Paul Whicker the tall Vicar, Fallen Angel Press, Soho, London. 1888.
The stain left on a hipster's underwear after a night spent drinking copious amounts of PBR tall boys while wearing an ironic t-shirt he bought on the internet, listening to really shitty pseudo-punk music, and going on and on about how deck the band is in a PoMo kind of way
Johnny woke up with a huge and greasy pabst brown ribbon after another night spent drinking too much PBR at the Brass Rail