(n.) an important sub-rule of the bros before hoes clause in the bro code that states the bro may not, under any circumstance, ditch his bros to go clothes shopping with his hoe.
Guy 1- "Hey guys, I can't watch 300 tonight."
Guy 2- "What's up, bro? We always watch a flick on Thirsty Thursdays in the man cave!"
Guy 1- "Tiffany wanted to get a new jacket--"
Guy 3- "Wait, you're ditching us to be her shopping bitch?"
Guy 1- "It's not like that, we might buy lingerie too!"
Guy 2- "You're willing to violate the sacred rule of bros before clothes? Dishonor shall fall heavily upon your balls for this treachery, my dude!"
Guy 2- "What's up, bro? We always watch a flick on Thirsty Thursdays in the man cave!"
Guy 1- "Tiffany wanted to get a new jacket--"
Guy 3- "Wait, you're ditching us to be her shopping bitch?"
Guy 1- "It's not like that, we might buy lingerie too!"
Guy 2- "You're willing to violate the sacred rule of bros before clothes? Dishonor shall fall heavily upon your balls for this treachery, my dude!"
by Da Sperminator March 17, 2011

"I got herpes."
"What!? I thought you said you met that chick from church!"
"Yeah, she turned out to be a real whore in sheep's clothing."
"What!? I thought you said you met that chick from church!"
"Yeah, she turned out to be a real whore in sheep's clothing."
by whore bag April 3, 2006

The act of assuming that every man on the face of the Earth wants to fuck you. The most common occurrences of this phenomenon take place in Paris.
by fortnite52 October 1, 2022

You:"Oh Wasup Girl?" Clothing Hanger "The fuck did you just call me?! I am a Hanger!' YOU: "excuse me but..." Hanger "I WILL NOT HESITATE BITCH"
by What is my life any more> August 29, 2018

After you've worn and washed your clothes for years, they stop leaving lint in the clothes dryer lint trap.
by jmarcusn May 30, 2010

from a woman's point of view.
The feeling that we get when we can feel the brown juices of love beginning to emit out of our lovely sphincter holes.
The feeling that we get when we can feel the brown juices of love beginning to emit out of our lovely sphincter holes.
Joyce, I must leave this meeting with you because listening to your words of utter babble have made me want to touch cloth.
by Abba Dabba August 8, 2003

by decayingteeth May 21, 2021
