The sensation that one's sphincter is actually aflame, usually occurring after eating bad tex-mex, taking a really nasty shit, or pulling the Steve-O Bottle Rocket stunt from JACKASS NUMBER TWO...
GUY1: Dude, why did I have to go to Chipotle on my lunch break? Now I've got to sit through this board meeting with my heinous anus! My Asshole must look like a cigarette burn on the Sunday morning comics!
by Mjolnir12982 April 18, 2010
by Two-Hands October 21, 2009
Noun- The number one greatest punk band on the planet, started in November of 2004 by the great Sam Stark (look up definition), and formed in the attic of Doug Mitchell(look up definition)'s home in Gilsum, NH. Sam Stark plays the mean lead guitar, Doug Mitchell on the bass, Greg Brown on the sick ass drums, and Sam Wyman just fucks around. They are an amazing band with many fans around the Monadnock region in New Hampshire. There debut show will be on April 20th 2005, at the Monadnock High School talent show. Be there, motherfuckers.
"Wow, I am in the mood for some incredible music, lets go to Gilsum and hear HEINOUS ANUS rock out with there cocks out. Yknow, they are so good, I just want to shag all of them", the really hot chick said.
by HeinousAnus March 30, 2005
by H TO THE ARLOT February 3, 2003
by H TO THE ARLOT February 3, 2003
by duckmanx March 11, 2003
Flatulence of the worst kind. A severe fart that is like an obscene phone call from nature. The air--dank, fetid, unsavory and far from fresh--feels as if it is being exhaled into one's face from a nuclear blast channeled through an unkempt brown eye. Sometimes the smell even tastes like effluvious rotting death- beer vomit, infected diarrhea, gangrene, and the mystery smell of the river entering the ocean at low tide, amplifying the intrusion of feculent compost. It is obscene and repulsive, harsh and violent at the same time. In close proximity, miles from the barking bowels of the guilty anus, the air maintains this quality of putrid death, although unknown where it acquired a tinge of Satan's rectum, perhaps due to fumes expelled by tormented souls asses being delivered by rancid demons.
A smell awoke him. It was a scent as old as time. It was a hundred aromas of a thousand skunks. It was the tang of sweaty underarm. It was the musk of rough anal sex. It was the muscular rot of Gruyère cheese in urine. It was the spice of rotting savorous road kill. Meaty and redolent of death with decay and repugnant rot. It was horrid and offensive and nauseating and obscene. It was solid and alive - so alive! And it was close, lying right next to him in fact. The vapors invaded his nostrils and his hair rose to their roots. His eyes were as heavy as manhole covers, but he opened them. Through the dying calm inside him snaked the horrible realization that she had expelled another heinous anus fragrance.
by keifermail April 15, 2014