What you must do when the person you are dating is sexually attractive, yet has a fatal flaw that makes them incompatible for a long-term relationship
Speaker 1: "Man, this new girl I am seeing is so attractive, but she doesn't like any of the same things as I do. She is also a republican. I don't know what to do!"
Speaker 2: "Hit it and quit it man. Hit it and quit it."
Speaker 2: "Hit it and quit it man. Hit it and quit it."
by MyPseudonymisPseudonym October 23, 2013
Get the Hit it and quit it mug.The quiet girl is the girl in the back of the class who never talks but secretly wants someone to hang out with. But if you ever wanna get laid or a fuck buddy the quiet girl is the girl of choice because quiet girls know the freaky sex shit and people wont believe them about the stories.
Tom:Hey i heard Cindy said she did the sick nasty with you. Is it true?
Joe: Ya she is so quiet.The Quiet girls know the freaky shit. Don't tell anyone
Tom:Ok. Hey Laura be at my place later so we can have a fuck party.
Joe: Ya she is so quiet.The Quiet girls know the freaky shit. Don't tell anyone
Tom:Ok. Hey Laura be at my place later so we can have a fuck party.
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someone comes along and offers a cig
they say umm.. okay
cynthia :i thought we quit???
brianna :yeah we did ...
someone comes along and offers a cig
they say umm.. okay
cynthia :i thought we quit???
brianna :yeah we did ...
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Get the quit mug.Quiet one, when a naive human decides, I'll have a few beers tonight, within the hour they are off there rocker to pissed to remember there own name. 'A quiet one they said'.
by Milneooo February 27, 2014
Get the quiet one mug.Caleb looked more pale than usual as he hung up his micro-mini lime green Motorola cell phone.
"Ding-dong, what's wrong, bitch?" Caleb's effeminate lover Delmonico lisped, "Is Christina Agulara retiring?"
Caleb removed his perfectly moisturized hands from the knees of his 80% linen, 20% polyester Armani City slacks
and stared at his cherished come-dumpster.
"It's my sister, Dakota," Caleb minced, "she's gone into labor prematurely - we, like, have to drive over
to see her!"
"Oh my god, Caleb, she lives in Rockford," Delmonico pouted,
his firm ass accentuated in the moonlight by a pair of acid-stressed Express bootcut jeans,
"they eat fags like us for breakfast in that shithole."
Caleb gazed at his boyfriend while picking at the underside of a tooth with his fingernail;
a habit developed during the same period that a pre-pubescent Caleb ruined any hope of having
straight incisors by sucking (or gumming) dick concurrent with the development of his "adult teeth".
"Delmonico, we need to support her. When I came out to the family she called me a satan-fellating
shit-chomper, but at least she didn't try to beat me with my grandfather's crucifix while my mother
drunkenly wept over her Yahtzee board," Caleb said as he unwrapped a watermelon flavored popsicle,
"besides, once she's done breeding we can stop by that IKEA in Schaumburg and replace the bedside
table that's all covered with shit and come."
"I'm sold," Delmonico yelped,"the smell of that thing messes with my head when I'm doing law school homework."
***Later, in Rockford,***
Caleb and Delmonico skipped through the doors of Rockford Memorial Hospital as if a yellow
brick road shined as a beacon before them. “Pardon me, madam,” Delmonico said to the mulleted
land cow seated behind the reception desk. The receptionist slowly glanced up from her Tractor Pull magazine
and took in Caleb's lime green fingernails and Delmonico's faux-mohawk with magenta highlighted tips.
“We're looking for Ashleigh De Laurent” said Caleb, “she's about to have a spawn!”
"Room 503," said the closeted bull-dyke, "elevators to the right."
"Thanks soooo much," Delmonico said, "and maybe grow your hair out a bit, you're tough even for a hick
box-muncher. Bye!"
When the happy couple hit the fifth floor, they immediately noticed a conversation occurring at the Nurses Desk.
Caleb stopped suddenly as he noticed an older gentleman dressed in a polo shirt and Dockers.
"Delmonico, that's my uncle Ralph," Caleb said with his head cocked 45 degrees to the left, "I haven't seen him since
I was twelve years old when I caught him jerking off while smelling my sister's panties. He ran out ashamed before
I could even try to give him a sloppy blow job."
"Caleb, get over here," said Ralph, "Ashleigh's about to pop!"
Delmonico and Caleb ran after Ralph into room 503.
"Push! Push!" yelled the doctor as Ashleigh screamed,
***QUIRT***
A flood of pasty yellow feces jettisoned from Ashley's anus as her newborn son's head appeared between her meaty
vaginal lips. As Caleb fainted from disgust, a loud blast of vile gas escaped from his weakened sphincter.
"Ding-dong, what's wrong, bitch?" Caleb's effeminate lover Delmonico lisped, "Is Christina Agulara retiring?"
Caleb removed his perfectly moisturized hands from the knees of his 80% linen, 20% polyester Armani City slacks
and stared at his cherished come-dumpster.
"It's my sister, Dakota," Caleb minced, "she's gone into labor prematurely - we, like, have to drive over
to see her!"
"Oh my god, Caleb, she lives in Rockford," Delmonico pouted,
his firm ass accentuated in the moonlight by a pair of acid-stressed Express bootcut jeans,
"they eat fags like us for breakfast in that shithole."
Caleb gazed at his boyfriend while picking at the underside of a tooth with his fingernail;
a habit developed during the same period that a pre-pubescent Caleb ruined any hope of having
straight incisors by sucking (or gumming) dick concurrent with the development of his "adult teeth".
"Delmonico, we need to support her. When I came out to the family she called me a satan-fellating
shit-chomper, but at least she didn't try to beat me with my grandfather's crucifix while my mother
drunkenly wept over her Yahtzee board," Caleb said as he unwrapped a watermelon flavored popsicle,
"besides, once she's done breeding we can stop by that IKEA in Schaumburg and replace the bedside
table that's all covered with shit and come."
"I'm sold," Delmonico yelped,"the smell of that thing messes with my head when I'm doing law school homework."
***Later, in Rockford,***
Caleb and Delmonico skipped through the doors of Rockford Memorial Hospital as if a yellow
brick road shined as a beacon before them. “Pardon me, madam,” Delmonico said to the mulleted
land cow seated behind the reception desk. The receptionist slowly glanced up from her Tractor Pull magazine
and took in Caleb's lime green fingernails and Delmonico's faux-mohawk with magenta highlighted tips.
“We're looking for Ashleigh De Laurent” said Caleb, “she's about to have a spawn!”
"Room 503," said the closeted bull-dyke, "elevators to the right."
"Thanks soooo much," Delmonico said, "and maybe grow your hair out a bit, you're tough even for a hick
box-muncher. Bye!"
When the happy couple hit the fifth floor, they immediately noticed a conversation occurring at the Nurses Desk.
Caleb stopped suddenly as he noticed an older gentleman dressed in a polo shirt and Dockers.
"Delmonico, that's my uncle Ralph," Caleb said with his head cocked 45 degrees to the left, "I haven't seen him since
I was twelve years old when I caught him jerking off while smelling my sister's panties. He ran out ashamed before
I could even try to give him a sloppy blow job."
"Caleb, get over here," said Ralph, "Ashleigh's about to pop!"
Delmonico and Caleb ran after Ralph into room 503.
"Push! Push!" yelled the doctor as Ashleigh screamed,
***QUIRT***
A flood of pasty yellow feces jettisoned from Ashley's anus as her newborn son's head appeared between her meaty
vaginal lips. As Caleb fainted from disgust, a loud blast of vile gas escaped from his weakened sphincter.
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