Clacky

A type of dominatrix found in the South Wales valley's, know for her strawberry shortcake and monkey punches when using a strap-on.

She is definitely a Clacky that one....

by JR 37 March 9, 2009

Clay

A state of mind where one lets loose and becomes super funny and kind of weird

Rock on those shrooms are really getting to me next thing you know I'll have clay.

by Clay November 22, 2004

Clay Akin

It is a sex act where someone spikes up their hair, then rubs their spikey hair in someone else's ass hole.

Gay guy: OMG! My man did a Clay Akin on me

by TrainReq April 2, 2008

claeys

A radical anal love making machine with a well groomed mustache. He will most likely be spotted in some dudes ass while wearing Jordache jeans, a jean jacket and a gold chain.

Eric, quit trying to stick your finger in my butt, you're such a Claeys!

by Subway Junky April 11, 2011

claye

Free spirited female that is beautiful radiant and independent. Has a good sense of humor and reliable

Girl: who is that beautiful girl

Guy: that’s claye she’s a super model

by Whyareyou.here May 10, 2018

Clay Aiken

Bland, innocuous pop singer with bad hair. Future star of elevators everywhere.

What is this insipid blather playing on the Muzak? Oh, I think it's Clay Aiken.

by Sundaegirl October 4, 2005

Clay Boy

Clay Boy: Streak of piss, ill-nourished, noisome, combats-clad benefits reliant crustie and "Got a point-two-bag?" junkie scrounger. Matey's Dwelling: lean-to / caravan / cowshed in field near struggling clay-mining shitsplat satellites of St Austell. Can be reliably spotted in town Thursdays when the IncapBen goes out, though a goodly number lack the wit to claim fuckall. Especially JSA - a laughable concept in these inbred windswept toilets anyway. So they'll happily admit they're junkies to get the Cripple Cash.
Fond of dog: stringed/banned/crippled/pestiferous, matters not and likewise inversely enamoured of manipulative alcoholic sub-menopausal fat cow (kids - oh yes) who maintains necessary facilities in the local pikey estate (see Bugle).

Sean: HM King Clay Boy I in a plywood wagon. How many "busts" must you stage before your equally fuckwitted dealer works out you had the lot wasted during one of your 30-Valium benders? Dealer however tolerates such 3-Bears because alternative is to deal with your sort on a daily basis. Which no amount of narcotic can alleviate, so you are almost worth the occasional 3-Bears flapdoodle. "But I always bury it near the cowshed." Right you are.

by Moved Away November 9, 2008