when a man lathers his ball sack in Cannabis oil or other Cannabis infused edible substance and their partner licks or sucks it off.
by Sduvvy August 8, 2023
Get the weed tea bagmug. by Amschel September 6, 2025
Get the Spilling The Teamug. A forbidden tea is when a man goes for a jog and the dips his nut sack into a glass of warm water to give to his spouse when they are feeling sick.
by Bigboywyatt February 1, 2025
Get the Forbidden teamug. Gaming: the act of repeatedly crouching over an opposing player who utterly had no chance of victory which in turn humiliates them.
by TheOnlineGamer November 24, 2010
Get the tea bagmug. It's quite simple, honestly. You take a fresh bottle of straight vodka (none of that flavored crap), and you steep a bag of tea in it (preferably either Twinings English Breakfast, Bigelow Lemon, or Earl Grey) in the fridge for AT LEAST 8 hours. Et voila you have tea vodka.
by BigBob9999 November 20, 2021
Get the tea vodkamug. the gossip that keeps every girl living.
the fuel of EVERYTHING in high school and the only reasons why girls ever text on group chats.
the fuel of EVERYTHING in high school and the only reasons why girls ever text on group chats.
by ehhhhhmehgirl101 June 5, 2020
Get the teamug. The one-day's, the maybe's, the I-hope's, the imaginary-future-game's, the can't-wait's, and the we-should's.
The Ghost of life itself wondering up and down your hallway humming a sweet sad song, reminding you of the opaque alternative you refused to nurture and cherish.
It's the words of comfort from others that unknowingly stab at your sense of solitude. It's the progression of comfort you provide yourself to reject pity. It's convincing yourself you're better off to avoid the pain of accepting your misdemeanors.
P1: there's plenty of fish in the sea, you've just gotta get back out there
P2: I'm better off alone, I have freedom, I can do whatever I want, and I have so much more time and money now.
P1: you'll change your mind, someone else will come when you least expect it and sweep you off your feet.
The Ghost of life itself wondering up and down your hallway humming a sweet sad song, reminding you of the opaque alternative you refused to nurture and cherish.
It's the words of comfort from others that unknowingly stab at your sense of solitude. It's the progression of comfort you provide yourself to reject pity. It's convincing yourself you're better off to avoid the pain of accepting your misdemeanors.
P1: there's plenty of fish in the sea, you've just gotta get back out there
P2: I'm better off alone, I have freedom, I can do whatever I want, and I have so much more time and money now.
P1: you'll change your mind, someone else will come when you least expect it and sweep you off your feet.
by S.W.A.L.K.J.F.P.J.P. October 3, 2023
Get the Lost dreams and teamug.