When you, or someone else, puts your lover in a wood chopper. The shrapnel coming out the other end of the wood chopper are love snowflakes, tiny chunks of your lover.
Greg: Fred danced in some love snowflakes yesterday.
Ryan: Sick. Did he go to jail?
Greg: Yeah, they caught him.
Ryan: Sick. Did he go to jail?
Greg: Yeah, they caught him.
by autumntothestar October 20, 2009