Two college frat guys on Halloween dress up as characters from the 80’s cartoon series ‘Rainbow Brite’ - you know, for a laugh - get a little bit too drunk off Natty Ice and cheap rot-gut vodka screwdrivers, start looking good to each other, figure “Hey, there aren’t any chicks around and he’s my buddy. So, why not?” and discover for one single night in their lives true freedom and happiness.
I will always fondly recall that one very special night that I had a “Dirty Krystal” with my Cambridge buddy Stewart. It was like a rainbow unveiled upon a golden canvas of Mammatus clouds - the rarest of the clouds. But enough about that childish nonsense. How’s your golf game, Kevin?
The act of finger poppin' your man's booty hole, and when you pull out your finger, there's just enough poo to draw a smiley face on his Cadbury Egg sack.
When a girl somehow manages to become publicly known as "Krusty Kurt"; meaning that she has krusty crevices and secretions all over her body not knowing why or where they came from.
Wow, I woke up this morningfeeling sooooo dirty Krysta, talk about serious confusion.