rack the shotgun
rack the shotgun by WayneTrain82 December 8, 2017
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rack-opinion steering
Refers to how a "typical red-blooded stud" directs or "pilots" his gaze and/or footsteps in the direction of certain attractive ladies at a beach or social-gathering, depending upon his perception of how shapely the "set of twins" are that each of said cuties happens to possess.
Whenever I go out on da town in da evening to meet da ladies, I always seem to end up sitting next to gals wif perky D-cup boobs --- guess I've got rack-opinion steering!
rack-opinion steering by QuacksO June 13, 2018
Rack of ribs
We would have won that game if Brendan wouldn't have gotten that rack of ribs.
Come on man, Peter has got 19 kills how do you still have a rack of ribs.
Come on man, Peter has got 19 kills how do you still have a rack of ribs.
Rack of ribs by Razwankrazelchuck April 15, 2019
Rack Runner
Cliff Hart. A rare species of pool player.
Amazingly, he has less than 10% body fat, and a deliberately manicured receding hairline. Stronger than steel, faster than lightning, harder than Angola, (bud)wiser than Solomon, sweeter than rotten fish and definitely has neither the time nor the patience for ball baggers who are reading this.
His natural habitat is the dense jungle of salt city. He announces his presence using his voice which sounds like a
grandma after eating a block of cheese, smoking 3 cartons of cigarettes and eating a block of cheese. Sounds disgusting? Well fuck you.
His sexual mating dance usually involves making the opposite sex feel uncomfortable by staring at them for close to 30 minutes straight. He will then grunt, call them a "lil biscuit" and proceed to his final agenda: Sugar Dicking and going "balls deep"
Besides all that. He is the best pool player that has ever not been born. He materialized from some primordial-soup and has evolved over time to be able to run 3000x4^2 racks of pool in less than who cares.
Amazingly, he has less than 10% body fat, and a deliberately manicured receding hairline. Stronger than steel, faster than lightning, harder than Angola, (bud)wiser than Solomon, sweeter than rotten fish and definitely has neither the time nor the patience for ball baggers who are reading this.
His natural habitat is the dense jungle of salt city. He announces his presence using his voice which sounds like a
grandma after eating a block of cheese, smoking 3 cartons of cigarettes and eating a block of cheese. Sounds disgusting? Well fuck you.
His sexual mating dance usually involves making the opposite sex feel uncomfortable by staring at them for close to 30 minutes straight. He will then grunt, call them a "lil biscuit" and proceed to his final agenda: Sugar Dicking and going "balls deep"
Besides all that. He is the best pool player that has ever not been born. He materialized from some primordial-soup and has evolved over time to be able to run 3000x4^2 racks of pool in less than who cares.
Man, you aint no rack runner. You aint cliff. f
You miss that ball again, ima call cliff. DONT make me call cliff.
You miss that ball again, ima call cliff. DONT make me call cliff.
Rack Runner by Earl Strickland October 28, 2019