3rd arm

Ur fucking dick. If you're a guy that is. Otherwise, that's weird af.

Ashely: he did me even with his 3rd arm!
Jake: Same!

by Bob BillyJoe123456 April 14, 2017

buffet arm

A maneuver performed to create more room in the stomach so that one can get the full value of his or her buffet experience. It begins by raising either arm so that the elbow is at a 90° followed by a twisting motion of the torso.

I started hitting the wall until I used the buffet arm. Then I ate 4 more slices of pizza.

by jonny396099 August 18, 2014

Arm-holing

A competitive sport, best played in public spaces. Won by penetrating the enclosed space created by a person's arm (when placing their hand on their hip/head/a wall/another person) with one's own arm, as many times as possible without being caught.

"Tim and I were arm-holing so many people on the dance-floor last night! He nearly got punched in the head!"

by Superfreak August 23, 2012

Arm Wrestling

two men wrestling

They were arm wrestling

by Lil_Bird414 October 31, 2021

Chastity Arm

When lying down next to someone and your arm doesn't have anywhere to go except between yourself and the other person.

Lying next to your boyfriend or girlfriend on a couch and your arm lies in between each other's bodies. You have chastity arm.

by icallyourbluff December 4, 2011

Carny arms

While performing a manual labor job, you find that the undersides of your arms are dirty and you didn't even realize it.

"After a long day setting up my concession stand at the fair, I had some serious carny arms going on!"

When I reached across the dirty roof of the car to toss my friend my keys, I noticed carny arms and had to go wash up before going back out."

by thebeatnikgrrrl April 5, 2010

arm-chest

1. A box placed on the upper deck, or in the tops, to contain a ready supply of rifles, pistols, or cutlasses.
2. A similar box or chest used in the military service for the transportation of small arms.

In the book "A Tale of Two Cities," Charles Dickens writes, "So the guard of the Dover mail thought to himself, that Friday night in November, one thousand seven hundred and seventy-five, lumbering up Shooter's Hill, as he stood on his own particular perch behind the mail, beating his feet, and keeping an eye and a hand on the arm-chest before him, where a loaded blunderbuss lay at the top of six or eight loaded horse-pistols, deposited on a substratum of cutlass."

by FFFeatherfox February 23, 2019