A person who has died & fallen victim to a necrophiliac. Usually refering to a virgin or elderly type.
01. My grandmother, who is 92, was post mortem sleaze in the morgue of the hospital.
02. One mortician to another, "I fucked that sleaze the other day, tight pussy, even tighter ass."
02. One mortician to another, "I fucked that sleaze the other day, tight pussy, even tighter ass."
by newtdecay November 12, 2007
by Swiftiedilflover March 03, 2022
by Captain_LC February 28, 2017
Something a little greasy like a pastry, but sleazy like the IT guy peepin some cleavage while he uselessly double clicks your mouse.
by Amylaura September 09, 2020
A cultural and aesthetic amalgamation that juxtaposes two distinct yet overlapping time periods and identities: the polished, traditional world of early 2000s East Coast prep culture, and the grittier, self-aware ethos of postmodern rebellion. This style exists in deliberate contradiction—it’s both an homage to prep’s clean-cut heritage and a critique of its exclusivity and aspirational ideals.
At its core, Prep Sleaze thrives on tension: the absurdity of pairing a $1,200 Ralph Lauren Purple Label polo with $20 heel-bitten thrift-store denim, or wearing scuffed Sperry Top-Siders alongside perfectly tailored chinos that have been dragged through the mud. It’s crisp oxford button-downs untucked and wrinkled, grass-stained white jeans paired with boat shoes that have seen too many summers on too few docks. It’s the visual language of privilege both celebrated and mocked, where the polished sheen of yacht clubs and Ivy League campuses collides with the raw texture of basement dive bars and suburban thrift racks.
This aesthetic isn’t just about clothing—it’s about attitude. It’s not trying to belong—it’s trying to expose, explore, and, at times, laugh at the very idea of belonging.
It’s like knowing you would never join a frat in your life, but still putting on a Vineyard Vines polo as a joke because that’s exactly what makes it cool. Why is this dude wearing Vineyard Vines in 2024? Fuck it, I’m gonna throw on some Vineyard Vines, smoke a cig, and say "fuck you."
At its core, Prep Sleaze thrives on tension: the absurdity of pairing a $1,200 Ralph Lauren Purple Label polo with $20 heel-bitten thrift-store denim, or wearing scuffed Sperry Top-Siders alongside perfectly tailored chinos that have been dragged through the mud. It’s crisp oxford button-downs untucked and wrinkled, grass-stained white jeans paired with boat shoes that have seen too many summers on too few docks. It’s the visual language of privilege both celebrated and mocked, where the polished sheen of yacht clubs and Ivy League campuses collides with the raw texture of basement dive bars and suburban thrift racks.
This aesthetic isn’t just about clothing—it’s about attitude. It’s not trying to belong—it’s trying to expose, explore, and, at times, laugh at the very idea of belonging.
It’s like knowing you would never join a frat in your life, but still putting on a Vineyard Vines polo as a joke because that’s exactly what makes it cool. Why is this dude wearing Vineyard Vines in 2024? Fuck it, I’m gonna throw on some Vineyard Vines, smoke a cig, and say "fuck you."
“He pulled off Sleaze Prep effortlessly—a $1,200 Polo with faded, $20 thrifted jeans and worn-out boat shoes.”
“Sleaze prep is taking over right now—high-end polos with beat-up jeans and worn sneakers.”
“Sleaze prep is taking over right now—high-end polos with beat-up jeans and worn sneakers.”
by slyystone December 30, 2024
Someone from Philadelphia or the surrounding area whose vagina resembles a loose meat Philly sub sandwich
by MaryTurderQueenofFarts June 30, 2023
by Mr. Mcsleaze July 27, 2024