A special breed of Bollister whom often ventures over the generaloffensive "douchebag" level of commitment. This courageous soul has also limited thier vocabulary to simple short sentances usually ending or beginning with the word "Fuggin". A simple soul who's brainstem has no chance of returning back to earth.
Rebecca decided to herpes fuck John. He had a gross blister shaft, but he was really hot. She made him wear a condom so she figured she would be safe.
Two days later her pubic hair started itching. She didn't get the herp, but she crabs.
This type of person is an absolute twat who never fails to annoy you. They are loud and not well educated and often blurt out inappropriate comments resembling an arsehole, or in this case, a total bellend.
Game played in Hollister stores in which players must make it to the back of the store and back outside before any employee greets them or asks for help.
When one's penis is rubbed raw after a marathon session of intercourse as result of friction, intense PSI, lack of lube or a combination of all three
Mike: Bro, why are you walking so funny?
Stan: Dude...Missy and I had a marathon sesh' last night and she dried out...I was in a zone and couldnt stop, but now I"m rolling with a blistered shishito...it sucks, but was worth it, yo
Father Mulveaney couldn't help but notice the blistered sister sitting in the front row at mass. He made an appointment with his family doctor after service just to be safe.