Freddy: hey want some lamb and tuna fish?
Trey: hell yeah, either that or I'll just piss on my balls
Trey: hell yeah, either that or I'll just piss on my balls
by Dickeyboy394 October 3, 2022
Get the Lamb and tuna fishmug. The most amazing person in the world. Josie Lamb's are super nice but can be super bitchy sometimes. There really pretty and make super good girlfriends!
by j_y_l_s _n_y November 12, 2019
Get the Josie Lambmug. A pet name to call your boyfriend who is not very big. The “L” and “C” stand for little cock. You can also just use initials LC too.
by DreamKillerLikesIt August 26, 2024
Get the Lamb Chopmug. A cool guy, but a dickhead at times, but still really cool once you get to know him. Usually into sports and beating people in any way possible. He will try to be better than you and will mainly succeed. A liar and will act gay but is the straightest fucking guy in the room.
by Calamity117 September 22, 2023
Get the Carter Lambmug. From the vantage point of a rational human with functioning gustatory papillae, the lamb meat in all forms is the gastronomic equivalent of getting kicked in the testicles.
Imagine, if you will, meat that tastes like it’s been marinated in dirty old sweaters, perfumed with a hint of petting zoo after a spring rain, and garnished with the toxic secretions of a cane toad. The consumption of lamb is less a meal and more an elaborate prank gone wrong.
The texture? A true paradox. Somehow it is both sinewy and gelatinous, as though the animal was full of despair and sadness before its untimely demise. And the smell, how in tarnation can it smell that foul? The stench wafts through a home like the ghost of livestock past, clinging to drapes, walls, and assaulting the olfactory senses of every poor soul who is in the vicinity.
Supposed connoisseurs will wax poetic about its “earthy richness” or “rich, robust, and well-balanced flavor” which, when translated from nonsense speak to to honest English, means “sweaty mutton disguised as fine dining”. It is not “delicate,” it is despicable; it is not “robust,” but a belligerent assault on the taste buds.
Lamb should only be served if your guests have wronged you terribly or if you have lost all hope in the potential of food bringing you, or others, joy.
In conclusion, a lamb as a dish is best served NEVER. It is a betrayal of the palate, a disgrace to the kitchen, and a compelling argument for vegetarianism.
Imagine, if you will, meat that tastes like it’s been marinated in dirty old sweaters, perfumed with a hint of petting zoo after a spring rain, and garnished with the toxic secretions of a cane toad. The consumption of lamb is less a meal and more an elaborate prank gone wrong.
The texture? A true paradox. Somehow it is both sinewy and gelatinous, as though the animal was full of despair and sadness before its untimely demise. And the smell, how in tarnation can it smell that foul? The stench wafts through a home like the ghost of livestock past, clinging to drapes, walls, and assaulting the olfactory senses of every poor soul who is in the vicinity.
Supposed connoisseurs will wax poetic about its “earthy richness” or “rich, robust, and well-balanced flavor” which, when translated from nonsense speak to to honest English, means “sweaty mutton disguised as fine dining”. It is not “delicate,” it is despicable; it is not “robust,” but a belligerent assault on the taste buds.
Lamb should only be served if your guests have wronged you terribly or if you have lost all hope in the potential of food bringing you, or others, joy.
In conclusion, a lamb as a dish is best served NEVER. It is a betrayal of the palate, a disgrace to the kitchen, and a compelling argument for vegetarianism.
Jacob: You should come over for dinner tonight.
Patricia: That sounds lovely, what are we having?
Jacob: A lamb dinner, I was thinking a roast leg of lamb.
Patricia: I just threw up in my mouth.
Jacob: Lamb Souvlaki?
Patricia: I would rather starve.
Jacob: Lamb chops?
Patricia: Que distinguida.
Jacob: Lamb kofta?
Patricia: Que feo.
Jacob: Lamb Shank Ragu?
Patricia: Ohhhh, you know what? I just remembered, I am busy tonight, sorry.
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Fact: There is literally no version of lamb that is not completely disgusting
Patricia: That sounds lovely, what are we having?
Jacob: A lamb dinner, I was thinking a roast leg of lamb.
Patricia: I just threw up in my mouth.
Jacob: Lamb Souvlaki?
Patricia: I would rather starve.
Jacob: Lamb chops?
Patricia: Que distinguida.
Jacob: Lamb kofta?
Patricia: Que feo.
Jacob: Lamb Shank Ragu?
Patricia: Ohhhh, you know what? I just remembered, I am busy tonight, sorry.
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Fact: There is literally no version of lamb that is not completely disgusting
by Volando Con El Viento April 20, 2025
Get the Lamb dinnermug. What a modern-day Mary could have called her small fuzzy ovine pet and thus been allowed to bring it to class with her despite its ordinarily being "against the rule".
I'm all for allowing children to keep cute/cuddly pets as calming/encouraging companions to help them through da day; it's just dat allowing Mary to bring her "therapy lamb" into an elementary-school classroom would cause all kinds of issues, of course, since it would be a huge distraction to all of Mary's fellow students, who would naturally all wanna pet and cuddle da silky woolly lamb all day instead of concentrating on their boring lessons.
by QuacksO May 28, 2021
Get the therapy lambmug. 1. A popular horror movie about a young F.B.I. cadet has to use the the help of an incarcerated and manipulative cannibal killer to help catch another serial killer, a madman who skins his victims.
2. See "Pit Guy" popularized by How I Met Your Mother
2. See "Pit Guy" popularized by How I Met Your Mother
by scpalmetto August 13, 2024
Get the Silence Of The Lambsmug.