by lostgnf (follow me on twitter) April 15, 2021
A 69 where the woman farts on the guys head as he is about to come and she slams her ass into his face to make sure he enjoys the smell. Even better if the girl accidentally shits. This tactic is usually revenge for a donkey punch, angry dragon, strawberry shortcake, or any other kind of bad sexual act by the guy.
My man thought it was funny to give me a strawberry shortcake, so I fuckin gave him an atomic mouse-trap to get back at him, I accidentally shit on him too.
by Rican Terrorist May 04, 2009
Rent-a-cops, security that usually only have "guns" with rubber bullets, if that. They "patrol" schools, concerts, and sporting events, but if there's anything close to a fight, they're out of there like rats out of a sinking ship.
The phrase was coined in Nova Scotia, Canada by snowplow drivers and was originally used solely for pre-911 airport security.
The phrase was coined in Nova Scotia, Canada by snowplow drivers and was originally used solely for pre-911 airport security.
"Did you see the Mickey Mouse patrol during the Code Blue today?"
"Yeah, I saw a few of them go out a window. Too bad it was on the second story."
"Yeah, I saw a few of them go out a window. Too bad it was on the second story."
by Snow Globe November 27, 2005
by The Alli November 29, 2004
"Man, I tried the North Carolina Mouse yesterday and it was one of the greatest experiences I've ever had!"
"I herd that he tried the North Carolina Mouse. Man, I wish I was that daring"
"I herd that he tried the North Carolina Mouse. Man, I wish I was that daring"
by nooo2657489+456 January 28, 2016
by hgt876 April 25, 2009
An anxious, delusional mother who enjoins her child to behave by making fantastic claims about the likely consequences of her child's misbehavior. Like the board game Mouse Trap, her claims involve a series of improbable events, ending in disaster.
Mouse Trap Mom: Bobby, stop jumping around! The people in line are holding coffee, and if you bump into them, they are going to spill coffee all over your face, and then you'll be scarred for life, like Seal, except you won't be able to sing well, since you'll break your vocal chords when you cry from the hot coffee burns, so no girls will like you. Out of desperation you'll awkwardly start experimenting with guys. You'll get really drunk one night and have rough sex with a guy in a Chelsea bar and then your ass will be tore up like goatse. You'll never be able to shit right, again, so you'll have to stay away from beans and rice, which is a shame, because they would have prevented you from getting intestinal cancer. So you'll get it and die alone when you are 37. So stop fucking jumping around.
by nb c lo August 06, 2009