Mr. Frenchy

A gentleman who has fingered a female's genitalia, usually a stripper, and eating McDonald's french fries after without washing his hands.

Mr. Frenchy prefers seasoning his fries with his fingers.

Mr. Frenchy by Duong Duong July 13, 2007

Bearded Mr. Frenchy 

An act of revenge due to an unsatisfactory oral sex act.

A man and woman are engaged in simultaneous oral sex (69 with woman on top) and the woman is extremely aroused, therefore, leaving her vaginal excretions all over the mouth and face of her male partner. Little does she know, her female hygiene does not meet the man's standards, so he sweetly says, "Come here so i can kiss you," then proceeds to give her deep french kisses while smothering her with the foul stench of her own pussy juice.

also happens to be a breakfast dish at an East Hollywood diner.

Mike: How'd it go with that chick last night? Dude, she's smokin' hot.

Raymond: It was okay. She was suckin', i was lickin'... um. She's hot and all, but....

Mike: Aw, don't tell me... She stinks?

Raymond: Yeah. But its all good. I gave her the "Bearded Mr. Frenchy."

Mike: Awesome! Me next!

Raymond: No thank you.

Bearded Mr. Frenchy by Mr. Chavez July 31, 2009

Mr. French's Wild CrapTasterpeice! 

One night, your out at the bar feeling pretty good. Then, like a freight train coming down a Rocky Mountain shute, that turd hits you. You make for the bathroom, but then realize that she porcelean goddess doesn't have a house around her. Oh No! So you make your claim and try to make yourself trust in the fact that the mile walk back home really "isn't that long". So you start walking...or waddling in this case to keep your loaf of bread all baker's fresh. Your now in the whole shot, and you can see the mountain top. But then your Christmas Trundleload takes a turn for the worse. So you do what any self respecting heavily intoxicated night traveller would do...You find a nice spot in which to relinquish your package. The placement...where else but the middle of a 300 square foot empty parking lot. Sure there's a tree and a garage within 20 feet, but your a champion for fire and steel. Clean snap! And only one shady business card is needed for a proper clean up. Congratulations! You've just completed Mr. French's Wild Craptasterpeice!

Friend One: "Man I was walking home this morning and almost stepped in this humongous dog turd!"

Friend Two: " That was no dog turd...that was Mr. French's Wild Craptasterpeice!"

Mr. French's Wild CrapTasterpeice! by Walker and French January 8, 2008