ghetto conference call

Situation where two or more people, usually in an urban setting, have a conversation as loudly as possible. The purpose of the interaction is to express an opinion, threat, compliment, or a thread of discourse, and is said in a public forum at the top of one's voice. The call generally concerns a traditionally private or intimate subject, that most individuals would not want to be involved in, but provides free entertainment to everyone in the immediate vicinity.

Jerome and Tyrone engaged in a ghetto conference call, with Jerome's girlfriend, outside her apartment building. Although neighbors and bystanders were not intended to hear the discussion, the drama was witnessed by everyone within earshot. Everyone was amused...

by enemyoffreedom June 25, 2010

Drunk confession

When you call the person you like drunk to tell them.
Sometimes it will work out for you and the person will like you back. Othertimes it will be the most embarrassing phone call you ever made. Drunk confession can lead to new relationships, or a huge heart ache and constant taunting from your friends.

*ring ring ring*
Boy: Hello?
Girl: *insert boy name*!
Boy: *insert girl name*?
Girl: I love you
Boy:.....
Girl: I Love you soo much!!

Girl 2: WHAT ARE YOU DOING PUT THAT PHONE DOWN!
*Hangs up girls phone*

Girl 2: Do you know what you did last night?
Girl: No?
Girl 2: You did a Drunk confession of you love for *insert Boy's name here*

by mcswimgirl August 2, 2012

russian conveyer belt

Lining up shots of vodka on a treadmill then you and one friend have to drink as many shots as you can while another friend feeds more on the other side

Chris: yo I'm about to start the Russian conveyer belt!
Roger and Michael: lets go! Your ass could never put out enough shots in time!

by Misterbig May 20, 2014

Cold Coney

When your girl chews on a buncha Peppermint Altoids before she give you head. Often results in a cool, tingly feeling. Be aware: NEVER try to perform a "Cold Coney" with Cinnamon Altoids. This is baaad.

Dude 1: "Last night my girl totally gave me a cold coney."
Dude 2: "Wow."
Dude 1: "Yeah i know, i totally pissed ice cubes."
Dude 2: "High- five!"

by Clark D. March 8, 2008

My name is Walter Hartwell White. I live at 308 Negra Arroyo Lane, Albuquerque, New Mexico, 87104. This is my confession. If you're watching this tape, I'm probably dead- murdered by my brother-in-law, Hank Schrader.

My name is Walter Hartwell White. I live at 308 Negra Arroyo Lane, Albuquerque, New Mexico, 87104. This is my confession. If you're watching this tape, I'm probably dead- murdered by my brother-in-law, Hank Schrader. Hank has been building a meth empire for over a year now, and using me as his chemist. Shortly after my 50th birthday, he asked that I use my chemistry knowledge to cook methamphetamine, which he would then sell using connections that he made through his career with the DEA. I was... astounded. I... I always thought Hank was a very moral man, and I was particularly vulnerable at the time - something he knew and took advantage of. I was reeling from a cancer diagnosis that was poised to bankrupt my family. Hank took me in on a ride-along and showed me just how much money even a small meth operation could make. And I was weak. I didn't want my family to go into financial ruin, so I agreed. Hank had a partner, a businessman named Gustavo Fring. Hank sold me into servitude to this man.

My name is Walter Hartwell White. I live at 308 Negra Arroyo Lane, Albuquerque, New Mexico, 87104. This is my confession. If you're watching this tape, I'm probably dead- murdered by my brother-in-law, Hank Schrader. Hank has been building a meth empire for over a year now, and using me as his chemist. Shortly after my 50th birthday, he asked that I use my chemistry knowledge to cook methamphetamine, which he would then sell using connections that he made through his career with the DEA. I was... astounded. I... I always thought Hank was a very moral man, and I was particularly vulnerable at the time - something he knew and took advantage of. I was reeling from a cancer diagnosis that was poised to bankrupt my family. Hank took me in on a ride-along and showed me just how much money even a small meth operation could make. And I was weak. I didn't want my family to go into financial ruin, so I agreed. Hank had a partner, a businessman named Gustavo Fring. Hank sold me into servitude to this man.

by biggestbafoonbingus69 June 4, 2023

Coney Island cyclone

An extreme power blumpkin utilizing the chemical reaction of Mentos and Diet Coke.

Ingredients: Mentos, 1 liter bottle of Diet Coke, enema bag, surgical glove, KY jelly, a willing female participant

Step 1: Use a Mentos as a suppository (surgical glove and
KY jelly optional)
Step 2: Proceed to fill your enema bag with Diet Coke
Step 3: Gentlemen, start your blumpkins!!!
Step 4: As climax approaches, insert enema wand and squeeze
bag converting blumpkin to power blumpkin.
Step 5: Take cover. (Due to immediate chemical reactions
that will ensue.)
Step 6: The enema bag having mixed with the Mentos should
fly out of your sphincter and jettison around the
bathroom like a cyclone spewing a geyser of soda
and fecal matter.

"Nicole's parents disowned her after they found that their house had been hit by the dreaded Coney Island cyclone."

(Her boyfriend had Taco Bell for lunch earlier that day.)

by Longshanks Blumpelstiltskin November 4, 2006

Conference Room Circle Jerk

A conference room circle jerk is when many management consultants gather to express their intelligence (see clown posse) while not getting anything done. Although many individuals who engage in this behavior come from a fraternity background, a conference room circle jerk has the opposite rules of "soggy biscuit" in that the goal is not to climax early, but rather to hold back your "pearls of wisdom" until the end of the designated meeting end time. This makes you appear to be the smartest person in the room. The loser or the consumer of the "soggy biscuit" is the individual who is in the room not paying attention while attempting to complete actual work. This person is assigned any (usually asinine) action items from the meeting.

Paul: Wow, what a conference room circle jerk! We literally spent three hours of my life that I will never get back.

Ed: That sounds terrible. Who ate the soggy biscuit?

Paul: Unfortunately Eric, he was dealing with a client issue while trying to keep his sanity during the clown show.

by B-MAG November 3, 2013