The guy/girl in your cricket team that bats 8 or 9 and doesn't bowl. They are purely in the side because they bring good banter despite their on field form indicating they should be 2 grades lower. Their main purpose is to keep the rare unit in the 3s out of the 2s.
John has been picked in the side as the banter batter.
He is a great banter batter, scores and tells great stories.
The male equivalent of “stir the paint”.
(Open relationship exclusive) When your man returns from a gay hookup after getting absolutely decimated in his prostate, he asks for you to “clean it out” and finish the job for him.
Pegging or inserting your tinky winky into his laa-laa is recommended here.
(Optional) Yell loudly “Housekeeping!” when clearing his anus of bodily fluids for further experience in this exciting journey.
You can inquire to your partner to (consensually) put their “cake batter” in the oven. You can suck it out directly with a garden hose and put it in a pan (pansexual) and cook it for 69 minutes. Voila. Free crotch fruit.
“How was work, honey?”
“Not good. I’m gonna need you to stir the cake batter.”