A fine cocktail consisting of four shots of Jameson Irish Whiskey with a splash of Seagram's Ginger Ale served on the rocks. Considered an after-dinner drink or a digestiv.
by structard November 08, 2013
by Anonymous August 05, 2003
they must be a pip-n-gus, have been together forever all they do is fight and argue but I don't know how they would live without each other
by Gus, of pip-n-gus September 04, 2017
by qwetyrf October 30, 2020
Heavy Gus, Cockney slang for the English colloquialism "Heavy August" (Hottest= Heavy August=Heavy Gus),
was a common blue collar greeting surrounding the excruciating heat waves of 1841-1845 London.
From The Morning Chronicle- June 26, 1842;
"It was with a start, walking up to Charing Cross, a train drudger tupped his cap at me and said "'evy gus, too much for a capper?"
To which I quickly followed, "Sir, it is but only the end of June"
"Aye, bun the sun is peas in the pot, and it's barely mid-morning" he replied- of which I learned a few priors to mean "hot", and so I tupped my hat back at the sweating brakeman.
Last found in print in 1889, the term 'Heavy Gus' is rarely used today.
was a common blue collar greeting surrounding the excruciating heat waves of 1841-1845 London.
From The Morning Chronicle- June 26, 1842;
"It was with a start, walking up to Charing Cross, a train drudger tupped his cap at me and said "'evy gus, too much for a capper?"
To which I quickly followed, "Sir, it is but only the end of June"
"Aye, bun the sun is peas in the pot, and it's barely mid-morning" he replied- of which I learned a few priors to mean "hot", and so I tupped my hat back at the sweating brakeman.
Last found in print in 1889, the term 'Heavy Gus' is rarely used today.
"As the sweltering morning heat cakes down onto the dock workers, along with the 8 am work whistle, you could hear the salty salutations of "heavy gus to you" among the laborers.
by Bobreingold65 November 23, 2021
In lacrosse lore, there existed a majestic rainbow dildo known as “Gus.” Its smooth, veiny surface bore the marks of countless battles.
But Gus was more than just a dildo; it was a mischievous spirit incarnate. On the bus, Gus would come out to play, slapping those around him and being put up many butts. After the game, it showed its true strength. Under the veil of night, it would awaken from its slumber, its rainbow visage gleaming with playful mischief.
Teammates would feel the gentle caress of Gus as it traversed their faces, leaving a trail of rainbow dreams. With each stroke, it whispered tales of victory and camaraderie.
On a fateful night, Gus embarked on a journey to Coach’s room. With stealth and grace, it traversed the corridors, its rainbow aura illuminating the darkness. Arriving at the threshold of Coach’s domain, Gus hesitated for a moment, its girthy form pulsating with anticipation. With a knock at the door, the lotioned-up Gus was left pulsating with a sway.
As dawn broke, Coach awoke to find himself adorned with the mark of Gus. With a chuckle, he knew that Gus’s antics were a testament to the team’s spirit.
And so, Gus became a legend, a symbol of mischief and camaraderie that transcended the boundaries of the lacrosse trip. In the heart of every player, the memory of Gus lived on, a reminder of the magic that bound them together.
But Gus was more than just a dildo; it was a mischievous spirit incarnate. On the bus, Gus would come out to play, slapping those around him and being put up many butts. After the game, it showed its true strength. Under the veil of night, it would awaken from its slumber, its rainbow visage gleaming with playful mischief.
Teammates would feel the gentle caress of Gus as it traversed their faces, leaving a trail of rainbow dreams. With each stroke, it whispered tales of victory and camaraderie.
On a fateful night, Gus embarked on a journey to Coach’s room. With stealth and grace, it traversed the corridors, its rainbow aura illuminating the darkness. Arriving at the threshold of Coach’s domain, Gus hesitated for a moment, its girthy form pulsating with anticipation. With a knock at the door, the lotioned-up Gus was left pulsating with a sway.
As dawn broke, Coach awoke to find himself adorned with the mark of Gus. With a chuckle, he knew that Gus’s antics were a testament to the team’s spirit.
And so, Gus became a legend, a symbol of mischief and camaraderie that transcended the boundaries of the lacrosse trip. In the heart of every player, the memory of Gus lived on, a reminder of the magic that bound them together.
by Gus on the Bus April 10, 2024
by Coop Dupe January 09, 2020