Oh my god! Did you hear that Chris tongue punched Alex’s leather lugnut in the work closet yesterday?
by Big beet January 9, 2025

by Realistslang July 12, 2017

When someone rocks a leather jacket or bag so effortlessly that it instantly becomes the standard of style you secretly (or not so secretly) want to copy. The perfect mix of confidence, timeless fashion, and durability.
by PiousVoice September 2, 2025

Sex.
Bro1: DUDE I'M GONNA BE SMASHING LEATHER TONIGHT, BRUH!
Civilized non-Bro friend: You.....you need to find a younger chick, fam
Civilized non-Bro friend: You.....you need to find a younger chick, fam
by The Golbez June 8, 2018

Going down on an older woman who is ridiculously hairy.
Similar to tasting the fuzzy purse or the bearded beaver.
Similar to tasting the fuzzy purse or the bearded beaver.
John: Where were you last night I tried to call you?
Paul: I went down on Rebecca Anderson's mom but it just felt like munching the leather gorilla.
John: Oh yeah I hear it's like a a bearded beaver.
Paul: Nah, bearded beaver is tasty, at least it wasn't a fuzzy purse.
John: Oh man, at least it wasn't a fuzzy pudding purse.
Paul: Yeah, but it stank of asparagus.
John: That tastes chief.
Paul: I went down on Rebecca Anderson's mom but it just felt like munching the leather gorilla.
John: Oh yeah I hear it's like a a bearded beaver.
Paul: Nah, bearded beaver is tasty, at least it wasn't a fuzzy purse.
John: Oh man, at least it wasn't a fuzzy pudding purse.
Paul: Yeah, but it stank of asparagus.
John: That tastes chief.
by TaylorS999 March 4, 2012

by G. Chaos September 20, 2024

Next to embarrassingly encasing his hairy, little hobbit feet in a variety of fabulously effeminate, insoles-containing stacked-heeled boots, platform shoes and high heels, all the while being a pint-sized petite pathological liar who constantly regurgitates a small man syndrome-induced stream of Todd Howard's tall tales, the terminally insecure and aggravatingly ant-like turbo-manlet Tiny Todd "Tiddly Termite" Howard girlishly enjoys dolling himself up by intermittently donning either a black or brown boys large leather jacket when out on the town and looking for a potential manmore sugar daddy. This is without a doubt just another one of Todd "Heckled Homunculus" Howard's manlet cope and manlet rage-induced, hilariously doomed attempts at emphasizing his obviously non-existent masculinity, which is immediately rendered futile when the inherently effeminate Little Napoleon is absolutely dwarfed by every single grown-up that Tiny Todd "High Five" Howard comes into contact with, like the subhumanly stunted, diminutively delicate, devastatingly dwarfed, petulantly puny and preposterously petite, scandalously stunted little runt of a sissy fairy manlet princess that the whole world most definitely knows him to be.
Melissa: Hey, why is there a brown dishrag lying in the street over there? Ellen: It's one of Todd Howard's boys large leather jackets. The utterly insignificant and microscopically minuscule midget monstrosity was crossing the road when a bee humming bird suddenly swooped down and just carried him away! Melissa: Manlets BTFO.
by ManletDepreciator October 11, 2024
