Where muy shoves a carrot in between a bush and/or behind some trees discreetly. ( Rectum surgery is most likely needed after )
by Kool Kumshot Kev May 14, 2022
Get the Forest Portmug. One of the first high schools in Oregon to have over 100 students in the student body program. They have several opportunities for your education. I would recommend that school if you’re around there. They have many clubs to join. Lots of sports such as bowling, football, lacrosse, soccer, cheer, basketball, etc. the teachers their do well with connection and helping students when they need help. Overall it’s a good school, with many opportunities.
Kid 1: where can I find a school with a good education and student body
Kid 2: I would recommend forest grove high school!
Kid 2: I would recommend forest grove high school!
by Top gun January 26, 2020
Get the Forest grove high schoolmug. When two people have sexual intercourse and one of the two requires to have his/her leg to be stuck in a bear trap, and getting punched in the face to ejaculate. Depending on certain specifics while doing this sexual position it can also be called a: Yukon Rockslide or french country full nelson.
The sexual position was first spoken off in 25th of february in 2018 by twitter user TimAintCool and later was defined and recognized by several reddit users including: Surreal_blue and jelacey.
The sexual position was first spoken off in 25th of february in 2018 by twitter user TimAintCool and later was defined and recognized by several reddit users including: Surreal_blue and jelacey.
Last night was amazing but the next time make sure to bring the trap when we try the forest whitaker panic room.
by TostiBuilder February 27, 2018
Get the The Forest Whitaker Panic Roommug. A series by Tumblr users Monowott & Fancy Chubby Cat revolving around stories & games from their childhood.
by ThatOneAssFace July 11, 2016
Get the forest mansionmug. Someone who reminds you of forest green is a person who you were close with but felt yourself fade away from. You loved them so much, and you wanted time and effort and money on them but it felt like they never even tried, even if they said they did.
by Fern The Zest Fest August 7, 2023
Get the Forest Green Colormug. Person 1- "Man, you smell like ass cheese"
Person 2- "Don't worry, its just my taint forest, i haven't trimmed it in over a year, it's really infested"
Person 2- "Don't worry, its just my taint forest, i haven't trimmed it in over a year, it's really infested"
by OD10US 0NE November 12, 2014
Get the taint 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.