Long has man desired a temporary escape to a place where all is well and the troubles of the world seem to fade away. I am hear to tell you such place exists. This place is known as Cumberland Farms.
A "cumby's run" is the journey one takes to reach this area of divine sactity. It could be through the woods, via the road, or through your own mind.
The proccess usually takes place when the sun has retreated. There are a set of rules to justify this:
1) A Cumby's Run must take place only after 10:00PM
2) A Cumby's Run must be done with one or more person
3) There are no more rules.
"d00d, i feel like absolute shit right now...what should i do?"
"dude, let's just go on a cumby's run and clear your head a little bit, ya know?"
"what kind of stuff do they have at cumby's?"
"that have 1337 whoopie pies and like breakfast sandwhiches and like alot of poonaney avaliable for everyone!!!"
"yo d00d, you wanna go for a cumby's run now?"
"oh, yeah yeah definitely."
When two men get boners, touch tips, walk towards each other until their dicks flip up touching their stomaches, and rub against each other until fellatio.
Term used to describe someone who is a mix of both rural (country) and urban (metropolitan) lifestyles/upbringings. He/she is typically equally comfortable in both settings and is able to seamlessly slip back and forth between the two, appreciating the characteristics of each.
That ol' gal of mine drives the 12lane freeway during the week and a John Deere on the weekends. She likes opra and the Grand Ol' Opry. I love them countrypolitan women.
A bath consisting of a variety of slats, oils, soaps or any other added ingredients such as fruits, milks, herbs or any other spices for health or beautifying benifits.
She brought home alot of stuff and took it to the bathroom. She must be taking a witch bath.
While our lifespan is the number of years we will live, our healthspan is the number of healthy years we will have and our sexspan is is the number of years we will continue to be healthy enough to continue having an active sex life.
A lighthearted reaction upon receiving disappointing news of some sort. Usually something that isn't a particularly a big deal, esp. when it primarily affects someone else - sort of a mild schadenfreude. Sometimes doubled or tripled, and possibly said in a sing-songy voice for added comedic effect to imitate a muted trumpet, which is how the meme originated.
You didn't get any napkins with your takeout pork fried rice? Womp womp.