The performance of exceptionally sloppy wet oral sex on an extremely overweight or morbidly obese female.
Frank: What's up Carl? Did you go Hogging last night at the bar?
Carl: Hell yea broh. Picked me up the biggest one in the bar and took her home.
Frank: How was it?
Carl: I was French Kissing the Walrus all night. Almost drowned myself.
Carl: Hell yea broh. Picked me up the biggest one in the bar and took her home.
Frank: How was it?
Carl: I was French Kissing the Walrus all night. Almost drowned myself.
by Eaton Holgoode November 04, 2014
this may be yet another song where the Beatles describe their feelings of alienation that came with the pressures and burdens of fame and being the most popular band ever. Supposedly this song was recorded on an acid trip and according to some fan sites on the Net a walrus in some polar/arctic cultures is regarded as a symbol of death, while eggs are regarding as representing life. The lines such as "I'm crying" and "yellow custard dripping from a dead dog's eye" may support this idea.
by I Saw U2 Live Twice January 13, 2008
by TheBob13 October 09, 2008
Blasting such a big load in your girls mouth that she chokes on it and it comes out of her nostrils..
Maya blew me with the best mouth I ever felt, I shot such a load that she choked on it and and my splooge came gushing out her nose.. A sloppy Elephant Walrus..
by Bwanab August 01, 2010
by Seahorse Eater April 21, 2017
Possibly the worst genetic/ socialdisorder ever known. Symptoms include:
Lazy eyes, Long lanky arms, Infatuations with silver whistles, enlarged abdomens and horrible facial hair that seems to form tusks. Those infected with W.T.S. are incredibly irritable in times where their power might be challenged. All logic is lost in their speech and hold a conversation with one of these beings is comparable to having one's ear drums drilled out.
Lazy eyes, Long lanky arms, Infatuations with silver whistles, enlarged abdomens and horrible facial hair that seems to form tusks. Those infected with W.T.S. are incredibly irritable in times where their power might be challenged. All logic is lost in their speech and hold a conversation with one of these beings is comparable to having one's ear drums drilled out.
by J-Lev November 18, 2008
by Dave's not here man February 08, 2005