During a conversation, if one manages to perform the following in sequential order; a one-upper, a random segue, a one-downer, and finally another random segue which takes the conversation back to the beginning. The sequence can begin at any step as long as it forms a figurative box at the close of the manoeuvre.
"Terry is boxing the conversation with Bennie, this is hilarious! Hahaha!"
or "You've been boxed bro!"
or "Classic boxing!"
or "You've been boxed bro!"
or "Classic boxing!"
by christophergbass March 29, 2017
Get the Boxing The Conversationmug. 1.
Hey skeeter what are we doing tonight?
Well betty lou, it's gonna be murder in a fuck box tonight. Get the 39 gallon drum of lube.
Or
Hey Jethro how was your date last night?
Dude she was murder in a fuck box. My balls are still sore.
2.
Welcome to KFC what can I get you?
Yes I'll have the Murder in a Fuck Box please.
You want a side of cole slaw?
Hey skeeter what are we doing tonight?
Well betty lou, it's gonna be murder in a fuck box tonight. Get the 39 gallon drum of lube.
Or
Hey Jethro how was your date last night?
Dude she was murder in a fuck box. My balls are still sore.
2.
Welcome to KFC what can I get you?
Yes I'll have the Murder in a Fuck Box please.
You want a side of cole slaw?
by Vananono April 19, 2018
Get the Murder in a fuck boxmug. by Gh0stxodus April 29, 2010
Get the The Box of Xnessmug. by It is Katie! May 10, 2018
Get the Boxmug. Well he collapsed with Stevens-Johnson Syndrome on the E.R. floor
Panic attacked, anaphylactic and ataxic
The way he spun his butterfly risked all six his phalanges
Roman candles at both ends in his synapses
And the method with which he recycled his humors
Trojan Horse'd his Blood-Brain Barrier and raised the LD-50, yes, yes
And through flight-or-fight revelation shame the Black Box Warrior
He skipped this town and headed straight down history
Shields himself from reason in a Kevlar baby-blue Tuxedo
Quilted from the finest fibers, flesh, and fiberglass, and flowers
His ego a mosquito, evil incarnate good incognito
Pops placebos for libido, screaming, "Bless the torpedoes"
For what? For what? For what it's worth
If it was going to kill you boy, it would have by now
For what? For what? For what it's worth
There's no more looking back, it's looking up or looking down
Well, he was wearing stolen rubber shoes and wrapped a poison ivy noose
Around his Lotus jugular when they came
Well, they found him with a map to every victim of his love
And a tattoo of a blue jay on his face
And they waited for his vital signs to lie and let a flatline cry
A hymn out in Hungarian Harmonic
But he cocked his noggin, through his stoma sang, "For auld lang syne"
"Happy birthday to the succulents, I'll die your hydroponics"
His rib cage was a hornet's nest, palpitations set the beat
His vagus nerve a turk's head knot, an axel hitch, a carrick bend
Panic attacked, anaphylactic and ataxic
The way he spun his butterfly risked all six his phalanges
Roman candles at both ends in his synapses
And the method with which he recycled his humors
Trojan Horse'd his Blood-Brain Barrier and raised the LD-50, yes, yes
And through flight-or-fight revelation shame the Black Box Warrior
He skipped this town and headed straight down history
Shields himself from reason in a Kevlar baby-blue Tuxedo
Quilted from the finest fibers, flesh, and fiberglass, and flowers
His ego a mosquito, evil incarnate good incognito
Pops placebos for libido, screaming, "Bless the torpedoes"
For what? For what? For what it's worth
If it was going to kill you boy, it would have by now
For what? For what? For what it's worth
There's no more looking back, it's looking up or looking down
Well, he was wearing stolen rubber shoes and wrapped a poison ivy noose
Around his Lotus jugular when they came
Well, they found him with a map to every victim of his love
And a tattoo of a blue jay on his face
And they waited for his vital signs to lie and let a flatline cry
A hymn out in Hungarian Harmonic
But he cocked his noggin, through his stoma sang, "For auld lang syne"
"Happy birthday to the succulents, I'll die your hydroponics"
His rib cage was a hornet's nest, palpitations set the beat
His vagus nerve a turk's head knot, an axel hitch, a carrick bend
to get this published, I have to add the name, but they also wouldnt let me add all the elyrics so this is just a part 1! anyways, here's the enamel that this site wanted : Black box warrior (p1)
by AHAHHARAGHGHGHGHGGHG!!!!!! ): November 8, 2023
Get the Black box warrior (p1)mug. Hooman: Sup whacha doin
Other Hooman: Walking my pet fish
Hooman:question mark in box emoji.
I don’t know what it means does anyone else.The only reason I did this is so someone else sees this and tells me.
Other Hooman: Walking my pet fish
Hooman:question mark in box emoji.
I don’t know what it means does anyone else.The only reason I did this is so someone else sees this and tells me.
by Nvnvnguvnfuvnfuv February 2, 2022
Get the question mark in box emojimug. A magical box or pen, more popular in japanese hentai, that is a portal or vodoo doll of a girl's clitoris, anus, or vagina. To sexually stimulate her unwittingly in embarrassing situations.
by Alacas August 6, 2022
Get the Clitoris Boxmug.