Let’s go to the Racetrack and eat at the Food Forester.
Did you get sick last week when we ate at the Food Forester?
Did you get sick last week when we ate at the Food Forester?
by KBatty February 8, 2020
Get the Food Forestermug. When you're a monkey and surprised by a "hairy" woman. Some real degenerates uses it like a mating call.
by Bookhanka May 5, 2022
Get the Jungle-forestmug. A less common term for cats from the main group in the Warrior Cat Franchise, the Clans. It is mainly used by kittypets, or house cats. They are described as more skilled, advanced, aggressive and bigger then most cats. Other terms: Clan Cats, wild cats, and warriors.
by Citris October 19, 2021
Get the Forest catmug. This is a term used by dimwitted urbanites I've spoken with to describe the activity most people call "hiking ".
Tony : Me and my girl went camping up to the mountains the past weekend camping for 2 days
AJ: Did you guys do any forest walking?
Tony: ahhh, do you mean hiking? If so then yes.
AJ : oh yeah, I think that's what it's called!
Tony: yeah, it is. DUMBASS
AJ: Did you guys do any forest walking?
Tony: ahhh, do you mean hiking? If so then yes.
AJ : oh yeah, I think that's what it's called!
Tony: yeah, it is. DUMBASS
by TVCAR112 March 27, 2024
Get the Forest Walkingmug. the act were a dumb hoe dont shave for a month because she is a serious feminist and thinks you wont accept her for who she is if she has a forest of hair on her puss leaving you confused as fuck to where to put your dick durring sex so you end up not wanting to have sex with that dumb hoe, so she goes and fucks other guys to see if they have the same problem.
Sarah,"Damn Jeremy you really cant even stick it in", Jeremy," Dumb hoe if you wasnt a forest hooker we wouldnt have this problem.
by Nay-Nay Jay October 6, 2017
Get the forest hookermug. Large collection of condo towers in an urban setting. Often filled with yuppies who often compare their dwellings with other glass and steel cubes in a vain attempt to differentiate their faceless boxes from the other faceless boxes. Comments often heard are as such: "We live in the OXFORD towers..you know, the ones with the SPIRE on top?" (Note: reader may substitute words in caps.) and constantly reassure themselves that their wise purchase of upgrades such as Granite counters and Stainless Steel appliances will somehow ensure a massive resale premium. Dwellers are often a mix of owners and renters (tenants of the next Donald Trump) all of whom believe the investment strategy they are using will help them gain big when they sell.
by jnathanmac June 10, 2010
Get the Cube Forestmug. This is a account from the book of the Wulfecks where they have stored their family hostory, the story is labeled The Blood Debt and is from 1813.
Deep in the Black Forest, the Wulfecks gathered under the iron chandelier, each sibling radiating venom. The Drakwyn clan demanded blood—a Wulfeck life to repay an ancient betrayal.
“Let’s give them Orin,” Thessira sneered, her dagger gouging the oak table. “He crawled back here like the worm he is. Let him squirm for them instead.”
“Charming,” Orin drawled, flipping a tarnished coin. “If wit could kill, you’d still be harmless.”
Valken slammed his fist into the table. “Enough! This isn’t about grudges. It’s survival.”
Calessa swirled her wine, a smirk curling her lips. “Weakest link, then. Any objections?”
“Besides you?” Orin quipped. Thessira’s dagger flew, embedding inches from his hand. He laughed darkly. “Relax, dear sister. I have a solution—a spell to make a doppelgänger. The Drakwyns get their life, and we stay whole.”
“What’s the catch?” Calessa’s voice dripped with disdain.
“It needs a willing sacrifice,” Orin hissed. “One life for all. Fair trade.”
Silence. Firelight flickered over their murderous glares. Valken’s knuckles whitened. “We don’t sacrifice our own.”
Calessa chuckled coldly. “How noble. Let’s see how long that lasts.”
The tension thickened, their hatred palpable. The blood debt loomed, and the Wulfecks stared each other down, venom and curses dripping with every breath.
Deep in the Black Forest, the Wulfecks gathered under the iron chandelier, each sibling radiating venom. The Drakwyn clan demanded blood—a Wulfeck life to repay an ancient betrayal.
“Let’s give them Orin,” Thessira sneered, her dagger gouging the oak table. “He crawled back here like the worm he is. Let him squirm for them instead.”
“Charming,” Orin drawled, flipping a tarnished coin. “If wit could kill, you’d still be harmless.”
Valken slammed his fist into the table. “Enough! This isn’t about grudges. It’s survival.”
Calessa swirled her wine, a smirk curling her lips. “Weakest link, then. Any objections?”
“Besides you?” Orin quipped. Thessira’s dagger flew, embedding inches from his hand. He laughed darkly. “Relax, dear sister. I have a solution—a spell to make a doppelgänger. The Drakwyns get their life, and we stay whole.”
“What’s the catch?” Calessa’s voice dripped with disdain.
“It needs a willing sacrifice,” Orin hissed. “One life for all. Fair trade.”
Silence. Firelight flickered over their murderous glares. Valken’s knuckles whitened. “We don’t sacrifice our own.”
Calessa chuckled coldly. “How noble. Let’s see how long that lasts.”
The tension thickened, their hatred palpable. The blood debt loomed, and the Wulfecks stared each other down, venom and curses dripping with every breath.
by Wulfeck Son November 26, 2024
Get the The Wulfecks of the Black Forestmug.