The version of sloppy seconds for people who really don’t fucking care. Could be seconds, could be fourths, could be 10 different guy’s loads in. Popular practice in the Central - North Devon area in the UK where young ladies collect vast quantities of jizz
“Holy Fuck!” exclaimed Stephen, “I got sloppy Stephens on a fat girl in Sandford last night & it was like punching a wet lasagne!”
by Petting Zoo Pete June 26, 2018

stephen is a big boi with a huge two-sided belly, but very hot. he eats buckets of curry in his free time and his stream goes backward. you can usually find him under a muscular shrek's bed
stephen is raju
by dundunbumbum January 29, 2024

Stephen is about to beat the shit out of you.
by TH3_G0AT March 5, 2019

The portent winds blew with fury over the brackish waters, an ignis fatuus hovering over the horizon, a symbol of something to come. The gales thundered through the swamps, an electricity in the air. An ominous howl began to sound as shapes took form in the hollow. Darkness bled onto the surface of the scape, as the winds continued to ravage the land. Suddenly, a mysterious chant began and hooded figures appeared, lurking in the shadows, manifestations of some nightmare that could not be escaped from. The chant began to build. The trees were ripped from their roots and sent flying. The waters whipped up into towering waves. The catastrophe increased and increased, and the intensity built and built until it all became too much for the world to bear! With a flash, everything dissapeared, leaving but a smoky crater in the center of what was once a luscious place full of life. A figure emerged. A figure named Stephen Takowsky. MGT was born.
by warrobotsalt March 17, 2023

A plaid-obsessed, Ralph Lauren-wearing menace who somehow finds the time to throw full-scale tantrums over frozen yogurt but also dedicates his life to alphabetizing his DVDs like it’s a sacred duty. Will thrift the exact same plaid shirt he already owns just because and arranges his sweaters with the care of a museum curator, as if they’re historical artifacts. Approach with extreme caution—especially if you value your sanity or dare to be even slightly late.
I was 15 minutes late for frozen yogurt, and Stephen—who organizes his DVDs alphabetically and treats his sweater collection like a prized art exhibit—threw a fit like I’d just committed a crime against plaid fashion.
by poppinsdaughter February 6, 2025

by REEEEGHEN March 16, 2020
