The term “Sam Forded” is a kind of male who prowls on innocent girls (usually blonde). To be Sam Forded is to be emotionally abused, tricked, lied to repetitively and hurt. It is a male who will push whatever limits he feels necessary to throw his dick into the freshest meat or the blondest bimbo who won’t question him that he can find. If this person sees a weakness, he will use it to his advantage. It is being tricked into believing he’s a decent individual. Legend has it that to this day, you may still see the original Sam Ford in local bars in the central California Coast area trying to take advantage of whomever he sees susceptible to his lies and abuse.
"I can't believe John would do this to me, he told me he'd only be with me!" "Darngirl, you got Sam Forded..."
This term refers to any food that is excessively handled during preparation:
- Those clever, fruit things made to look like flower arrangements.
- Expensive, frilly, restaurant creations where artful presentation exceeds flavor.
- High-end coffee featuring floating artwork.
Hey Chef, you know, that dish of foo-foo is drop-dead gorgeous and all....but I'm getting a little hungry over here!!
Honey!!! Someone sent us a basket of FondleFood.....Would you like a peeled grape??? Ahhhh....thanks, but nope.
Mr Barista.....enough with the romance!! It's coffee and cream, not Marilyn Monroe...
One who has no yet fondled; an awkward teenage syndrome which occurs before the boobies have been touched. Typically characterized by overexcitement, eagerness, and pre-mature....happiness.
Pre-fondlers typically awkwardly creep on women and have heinous dance moves. They are alarmed and overeager when a female of any age, race, or physical stature shows them any attention and tend to brag about it.
Matt tries to act suave, but watching him around women....definitely a pre-fondler. Look at him laughing at everythingJessica says!
Arthur: Alright fellas, the game is called Kick the Dog...Threes, Sixes, Nines, One-Eyed Jacks, and Suicide Kings are wild.
Doug: Tell you what, Arthur, why don't you just tell us what's not wild.
Arthur: That's Fondle the Mailman, and we're playing that next.