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Lamb Dagger 

Hello mate, you look knackered !!”
“Totally !! I issued that fit HR bird at work some lamb dagger last night
Lamb Dagger by Stoniewearer April 5, 2024
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Lamb Chop 

A pet name to call your boyfriend who is not very big. The “L” and “C” stand for little cock. You can also just use initials LC too.
Bring your big sexy business over here, lamb chop (giggle) and give it to me ‘deep’ (lol)
Lamb Chop by DreamKillerLikesIt August 26, 2024

Lamb dinner 

From the vantage point of a rational human with functioning gustatory papillae, a lamb dinner is the gastronomic equivalent of getting kicked in the testicles (some people find it enjoyable, but I cannot for the life of me understand why).

Imagine, if you will, meat that tastes like it’s been marinated in dirty old sweaters, perfumed with a hint of petting zoo, and garnished with the toxic secretions of a cane toad. The consumption of lamb is less a meal and more an elaborate prank gone wrong.

The texture? A true paradox. Somehow it is both sinewy and gelatinous, as though the animal was full of despair and sadness before its untimely demise. And the smell, how in tarnation can it smell that foul? The stench wafts through a home like the ghost of livestock past, assaulting the olfactory senses of every poor soul who is in the vicinity.

Supposed connoisseurs will wax poetic about its “earthy richness” or “rich, robust, and well-balanced flavor” which, when translated to honest English, means “sweaty mutton disguised as fine dining”. It is not “rich,” it is despicable; it is not “robust,” but a belligerent assault on the taste buds.

Lamb should only be served if your guests have wronged you terribly or if you have lost all hope in the potential of food bringing you, or others, joy.

In conclusion, lamb as a dish is best served NEVER. It is a betrayal of the palate, a disgrace to the kitchen, and a compelling argument for vegetarianism.
Jacob: You should come over for dinner tonight.

Patricia: That sounds lovely, what are we having?

Jacob: A lamb dinner, I was thinking a roast leg of lamb.

Patricia: I just threw up in my mouth.

Jacob: Lamb Souvlaki?
Patricia: I would rather starve.

Jacob: Lamb chops?
Patricia: Que distinguida.
Jacob: Lamb kofta?
Patricia: Que feo.

Jacob: Lamb Shank Ragu?
Patricia: Ohhhh, you know what? I just remembered, I am busy tonight, sorry.

Lamb dinner 

From the vantage point of a rational human with functioning gustatory papillae, the lamb meat in all forms is the gastronomic equivalent of getting kicked in the testicles.

Imagine, if you will, meat that tastes like it’s been marinated in dirty old sweaters, perfumed with a hint of petting zoo after a spring rain, and garnished with the toxic secretions of a cane toad. The consumption of lamb is less a meal and more an elaborate prank gone wrong.

The texture? A true paradox. Somehow it is both sinewy and gelatinous, as though the animal was full of despair and sadness before its untimely demise. And the smell, how in tarnation can it smell that foul? The stench wafts through a home like the ghost of livestock past, clinging to drapes, walls, and assaulting the olfactory senses of every poor soul who is in the vicinity.

Supposed connoisseurs will wax poetic about its “earthy richness” or “rich, robust, and well-balanced flavor” which, when translated from nonsense speak to to honest English, means “sweaty mutton disguised as fine dining”. It is not “delicate,” it is despicable; it is not “robust,” but a belligerent assault on the taste buds.

Lamb should only be served if your guests have wronged you terribly or if you have lost all hope in the potential of food bringing you, or others, joy.

In conclusion, a lamb as a dish is best served NEVER. It is a betrayal of the palate, a disgrace to the kitchen, and a compelling argument for vegetarianism.
Jacob: You should come over for dinner tonight.

Patricia: That sounds lovely, what are we having?

Jacob: A lamb dinner, I was thinking a roast leg of lamb.

Patricia: I just threw up in my mouth.

Jacob: Lamb Souvlaki?
Patricia: I would rather starve.

Jacob: Lamb chops?
Patricia: Que distinguida.
Jacob: Lamb kofta?
Patricia: Que feo.

Jacob: Lamb Shank Ragu?
Patricia: Ohhhh, you know what? I just remembered, I am busy tonight, sorry.

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Fact: There is literally no version of lamb that is not completely disgusting

Ceedee Lamb 

A pretty cold wide receiver and a fellow avetard because he lived at The Ave while at OU.
I saw the Ceedee Lamb in the computer lab of The Ave and I didn't even realize it was him until I left the lab.
Ceedee Lamb by TurnM3Up December 10, 2019

Where's the lamb sauce

"Where's the lamb sauce?"
"Where's the lamb saauce!"