When an impromptu fisting of a co-worker over lunch break turns messy after the fister fails to roll up the cuff and sleeve of their dress shirt before performing this highly pleasurable act.
Hi Joe. What happened to your shirt? Spill hot chocolate?
No. I fisted Betty in accounting at lunch time today. We were running short on time and I forgot to roll up my sleeve.
Someone or something that bites your ankles.
To a postman, an ankle biter is often known as a dog.
To an adult, an ankle biter may be a toddler.
To hikers, an ankle biter is sometimes a tick.
And so on.
When a man will search for hours to find something that is laying out in the open on a table. Items are often easily found by a women.
Man: "I have been searching for hours for keys."
Woman: "You mean the ones sitting there on the coffee table?"
Man: "Where?"
Woman: "Right there in the middle of that table."
Man: "oh, must have been Male Pattern Blindness"