by Engna April 30, 2015
Get the segmented partsmug. A sacred Viking ritual in which two partners, male to female. The male jumps from a ledge positioned above the female-who must have her legs spread in order for this to work-he then jumps from said ledge with his erection tip first, as he reaches the female specimen, he screams a violent Viking code. When he enters the vagina it is as if he had parted the vagina (presuming the role of the seas) creating a hyper wave of wet spew from the vag in opposite directions
by Yourmomcreatedthese May 29, 2018
Get the Parting of the seas v.2mug. Part 2
Hym "It just brings me back to one of my earlier points though because they really shouldn't be making fun of anybody in any kind of serious way. I mean really. Look at that shit 👆 That's all reality. That's where you live. One of the guys wasn't rich until after I started writing. Has proven that he's read my work. But conveniently enough he didn't read the part about people throwing money and attractive women and owning a casino? At what point does it stop being 'them doing it ironically' and start becoming 'Oh holy shit Newt Gingrich is unironically using my rhetoric to recruit interns'? At what point am I just better? The best comedian tells my joke and it's only funny because he said it? We're already past that point. You got people straight-up making a living off of this. Look at this guy! He's supposed to be better than everyone. That's his whole thing! He has what he has because he deserves it more. Except, wait! That's a lie! He has what he has because he lives a curated existence where he is sheltered from failure and scrutiny (of a type that is not politically motivated). Like a retard in a group home! That's why we're at odds! Because he sees himself in the retard. See? It all ties together. Everything is a retard in a group home. That's the new name of this project! 'Critical Retard in a Group Home Theory' "
Hym "It just brings me back to one of my earlier points though because they really shouldn't be making fun of anybody in any kind of serious way. I mean really. Look at that shit 👆 That's all reality. That's where you live. One of the guys wasn't rich until after I started writing. Has proven that he's read my work. But conveniently enough he didn't read the part about people throwing money and attractive women and owning a casino? At what point does it stop being 'them doing it ironically' and start becoming 'Oh holy shit Newt Gingrich is unironically using my rhetoric to recruit interns'? At what point am I just better? The best comedian tells my joke and it's only funny because he said it? We're already past that point. You got people straight-up making a living off of this. Look at this guy! He's supposed to be better than everyone. That's his whole thing! He has what he has because he deserves it more. Except, wait! That's a lie! He has what he has because he lives a curated existence where he is sheltered from failure and scrutiny (of a type that is not politically motivated). Like a retard in a group home! That's why we're at odds! Because he sees himself in the retard. See? It all ties together. Everything is a retard in a group home. That's the new name of this project! 'Critical Retard in a Group Home Theory' "
by Hym Iam January 29, 2023
Get the Part 2mug. by slymtee June 7, 2019
Get the press that partmug. 
by My king black night April 11, 2019
Get the grab ass day part 2mug. They sat in the room, close but not touching. Both were quiet. Both were full of words they had kept inside for too long. The air felt heavy with what they had not said, like every breath carried a hundred feelings.
He looked at her, then looked down. He wanted to speak, but the words felt too big. His hands moved, then stopped, then moved again. He had dreamed about this moment, but now that it was here, it was hard to start.
She watched him. She knew. She had waited just like he had waited. Her heart was beating fast. She could feel it in her throat, in her ears, in her hands. She wanted to tell him, but she wanted to hear him first.
Their eyes met and held. Nothing else moved. No one else mattered. It was just them, two people who had carried a love too long in silence.
He reached for her hand, slowly, like he was afraid it would disappear. She let him take it. It was warm. It felt right. They both breathed in at the same time.
“I have loved you all this time,” he said at last, voice low, almost shaking.
Her eyes filled with tears, not from pain, but from the weight lifting. “I know,” she said, soft and sure. “Me too.”
For a moment they just sat there, holding hands, smiling through quiet tears, two hearts finally at peace because the truth was no longer hidden.
He looked at her, then looked down. He wanted to speak, but the words felt too big. His hands moved, then stopped, then moved again. He had dreamed about this moment, but now that it was here, it was hard to start.
She watched him. She knew. She had waited just like he had waited. Her heart was beating fast. She could feel it in her throat, in her ears, in her hands. She wanted to tell him, but she wanted to hear him first.
Their eyes met and held. Nothing else moved. No one else mattered. It was just them, two people who had carried a love too long in silence.
He reached for her hand, slowly, like he was afraid it would disappear. She let him take it. It was warm. It felt right. They both breathed in at the same time.
“I have loved you all this time,” he said at last, voice low, almost shaking.
Her eyes filled with tears, not from pain, but from the weight lifting. “I know,” she said, soft and sure. “Me too.”
For a moment they just sat there, holding hands, smiling through quiet tears, two hearts finally at peace because the truth was no longer hidden.
by WordWeaver & WebWeaver September 5, 2025
Get the Part 1 — Just Usmug.