The comparison of your relationship with your boyfriend/girlfriend to the song Grenade by Bruno Mars. Using his lyrics as guidelines, the seriousness of your relationship can be easily determined.
Jen: Do you think Joe is serious about our relationship?
Julia: I don't know- You should try using the Grenade Comparison.
Jen: Good idea! Do you think he would he jump in front of a train for me?
Julia: I don't think so. You guys have just been hooking up. I wonder if Kyle would catch a grenade for me- we have been together for two years.
Julia: I don't know- You should try using the Grenade Comparison.
Jen: Good idea! Do you think he would he jump in front of a train for me?
Julia: I don't think so. You guys have just been hooking up. I wonder if Kyle would catch a grenade for me- we have been together for two years.
by Alyssa18 April 19, 2011
It is the spot on the gooch that if tickled correctly causes an explosion of a mans testicles and/or asshole.
by Gooch king February 01, 2014
When an object(bottle of shampoo, bar of soap, toothbrush, etc.) falls on the floor during a shower and the sound seems to be amplified by 100+ decibels.
by Its Just Life March 28, 2014
The action of pulling the pin on a grenade and sticking it up a girl's cooch, especially if she's pregnant, thereby aborting the baby (and her, but that's besides the point).
"Yo did you hear about Stacy? I heard she got a grenade abortion."
"Bullshit, who would knock her up in the first place?"
"Bullshit, who would knock her up in the first place?"
by SurrealArt April 17, 2016
The fall-back plans you make in case your life goes to complete shit, with no hopes of getting back on track. A Grenade Plan means blowing up your entire life and starting fresh. Grenade Plans are meant for worst-case scenarios only, and are usually extreme and nearly impossible.
Well, this week I got fired, my girlfriend dumped me, and I found out that my landlord is evicting me. My car was stolen, and I have no insurance. My family is all dead, I have no friends, and my pets ran away. My savings were lost in the stock market, and I have this odd lump on my neck. It can't get any worse, but it probably won't get much better, either. It's time for the Grenade Plan: Sell everything I have left, and bet it on a spin at the roulette table. If I win, I move to Monaco. If I lose, I'll become a busker in San Francisco.
by D.E.Moss October 01, 2011
by Tom Santiago May 24, 2006
by AskaGreenDay July 01, 2006