A sex position in which a (usually Indian) male pours curry on his penis, and proceeds to engage in anal intercourse with a person of any gender.
P.S. The penis is the sausage, and the buttock cheeks are the buns.
Me: Ooohh Krishna! What innovative new position should I try with my girlfriend tonight?!
Friend: Since you're Indian, why don't you try the Indian Hot Dog!
Me: Oh yes, she does love curry!
Indian hot boxing, is when you're hot boxing a ton of fucking weed, and just when everyone is stoned as fuck, someone lights a smoke and hot boxes that smoke as well.
me: yo who wants to light a dart so we can Indian hot box this?
friend: I'm right on it!
me: we're gonna get waay more high then we already are bro!
When a man and a woman visit an Indian buffet, the act of overeating simultaneously inhibits the man's erectile function and removes both the man and the woman's sexual inhibitions. As a result, the man will often attempt to perform cunnilingus, but laden with spicy calories and swelled from his act of delicious gluttony, his oral sex act will trigger his gag reflex, causing him to half-burp, half-vomit steaming-hot chicken tikka masala into his lady-friend's freshly-shaven box. This is the Indian Hot Pocket, an unintentional, but extremely erotic show of post-buffet affection.
"Dude, I heard you got lucky last night after dinner! Did you totally lick her lunchbox?"
"Well, I thought I was going to eat her cookie, but I ended up giving her an Indian Hot Pocket instead."
"I'm really hungry all of a sudden. Are you hungry? I'm hungry."
A meaningless, unimpressive, self-serving introduction. An indicator that the story about to be shared will be pointless and dumb.
Back when I lived in upstate new york, I also had to park on the street - on two occasions, we got enough snow, mixed with just the right plowing, that my car was lifted off the ground from so much snow being jammed underneath it.
Sister: This meeting was to discuss the rough draft of my essay, where we discussed the subsidiary questions I added in my rough draft. We also discussed the relationship between my main title and the real-life situations I chose to use in my essay. We discussed the structure of my essay as well, specifically the Math AOK section and how it relates to the contradiction of the title. This second meeting was particularly helpful in discussing the implications of my essay claims and how to apply the title across various areas of knowledge. There were many sections of the essay that could have been cut down in wordiness and the ways of knowing required further and more in-depth analysis.
An absolutely foolproof way to keep minors from viewing content deemed "too mature" for them to watch.
Billy: "So I was trying to watch some videos for an M rated game, and I ran into an age gate, so I put in my real birthday. SOMEHOW it managed to figure out that I am 12. CURSE YOU AGE GATE!!!"
Bill: "Fucking age gate! *quick scroll* THERE! I was born on January 1, 1904. Fuck you age gate."