When a female goes tanning with a large bikini bottom piece that covers her whole butt. She's left nice and tanned with her cheeks looking like big deer's butt.
by MainaNYC October 19, 2015

A jerk of truly epic proportions. Also a real beeyotch. Almost always thinks he's better then everyone else. Don't be a butt lord.
Guy 1: Here comes our manager. He makes us work while he sits on his ass and farts.
Guy 2: what a butt lord!
Guy 2: what a butt lord!
by jb2701 December 10, 2018

The incredible skill of being able to not only play the trumpet but to harness the sheer power of your inner rectum to play a trumpet with your butthole
by Littlefuckfucker69 May 31, 2019

A sexual parody of the popular webcomic VG Cats. It is made by separate people, but has the same characters.
vg butts
by MrTrollMan August 5, 2010

by MinPin76 May 1, 2012

by MastaRiddle March 20, 2013

A 'Butt Snuffing' is bondage-play nomenclature used to describe a submissive who has accidentally been smothered to death while giving his/her top anal-oral sex. While involuntary manslaughter is a frequent occurance during BDSM sessions, the term "Butt Snuffing" is a neologism directly attributable to, and first seen in print in, the novel Permanent Obscurity by Richard Perez.
"That's it, baby! Tongue-f*ck my @ss!" I growled.
I heard a groan come from beneath me. His hands were clinging desperately to my hips, his fingers really digging in. "Perv," I thought. His groans grew louder, his whole body stiffened, as he seemed to be approaching that peak.
Then I noticed that the man wasn't moving. His hands had dropped off my body. His face was still burried underneath me. "That's kinda weird," I thought.
In the weeks that followed the murder, the newspapers had a field day with my unintentional butt snuffing...
I heard a groan come from beneath me. His hands were clinging desperately to my hips, his fingers really digging in. "Perv," I thought. His groans grew louder, his whole body stiffened, as he seemed to be approaching that peak.
Then I noticed that the man wasn't moving. His hands had dropped off my body. His face was still burried underneath me. "That's kinda weird," I thought.
In the weeks that followed the murder, the newspapers had a field day with my unintentional butt snuffing...
by sexploitation July 25, 2010
