Your Grandma: "Oh yeah, park that thing in my tailpipe big boy!"
Mailman: "Hahaha! You ain't gonna shit right for a week!"
Your Grandma: "Actually I haven't enjoyed regular bowel movements for 20 years since this damn Atkins diet has been binding me like crazy. I've got more shit in me now than a port-o-john at the town chili festival!"
Mailman: (loses his lunch) "TMI, you old wench!"

I'm gonna bind the salt and water to make Salt Water.

Together we must bind to paint a new future.

Dude, did you hear, Michael for Bin'd from Venmo

"She's too busy binding over Stevie T." "Bruh... She's such a bind...."