It starts with the way one says "STFU" verbally. "Stew" is just added because it went great after STuFU. How you serve some "Shut the F*ck Up" is up to you.
Health care is a right, not a privilege.
Just go have some STuFU Stew and sit down for a while. You might also want to read a book or two.
Just go have some STuFU Stew and sit down for a while. You might also want to read a book or two.
by Ssatro February 5, 2008
Get the STuFU Stewmug. by Alima and Brielle(: February 18, 2009
Get the Hella stewmug. A wholesome, nutritious stew best served all the time. It is comprised of menstrual juices of Norweigan virgins, along with grade A+ Siberian Thunder Tit. By bringing the juices to a boil, simply chop the thunder tits up to 1/8 inch thick pieces and let simmer for 18 hours. When thunder tit slices prune up and the nipple secret a yellowish white liquid do not be alarmed this is just rancid tit milk, the tits are now done. Next, preheat oven to 10 degrees celsius.... Now take the tits out of the menstrual juices and place in baking pan with two cans of cream of cunt and add breadcrumbs, bake in oven for 2 min. and 16.3 seconds, remove and serve... goes good with a twat and tonic.
by satchel_page April 30, 2010
Get the Tit Stewmug. by s.m.gordon August 16, 2008
Get the stoner stewmug. by heptune June 15, 2006
Get the stew dogmug. by matey_boy01 May 18, 2009
Get the cammy stewmug. A sudden bout of incontrovertible diarrhea, most often suffered by a lone bushman with poor culinary agency. Old Australian slang, still used in parts of New South Wales - a minor cultural phenomenon in the earlier part of the twentieth century due to references contained in the bush poetry of Henry Lawson popular at the time. With no known cure for dysentery existing at the time, this particular colloquialism had a sinister connotation since lost with the adoption of greater methods of preserving hygiene.
'He caught upon his bow,
A heartily spooned fondue.
No' where, no' way, no' how,
He felt a 'beefed lamb stew.'
- Excerpt from Henry Lawson's "Hymns from the wilds of Beechboro"
A heartily spooned fondue.
No' where, no' way, no' how,
He felt a 'beefed lamb stew.'
- Excerpt from Henry Lawson's "Hymns from the wilds of Beechboro"
by Sakhalinskii July 7, 2010
Get the lamb stewmug.