The action of leaving a social gathering under the pretence of needing to check on something urgently, but really it's because you need to poop in the comfort of your own home.
She'll poop back home to check on the dog.
He pooped back home to check he hadn't left the hob on
When someone poops into someone elses butt-hole, and then they poop it back into their butt-hole, with the same poop. Forever.
"Like I'll poop into her butt-hole. And then she'll poop it back... into my butt... hole. And then we'll just keep doing it back and forth. With the same poop. Forever." Poop back and forth.
When two people line their assholes up facing each other, and one poops into the others asshole, and then the other person poops right back into the first asshole, and this goes back and forth for as long as they want.
Bob: "Me and this girl poop back and forth regularly"
Refers to where you are unknowingly expelling a "separated pair" of stumpy poop-logs (rather than just a "standard" one-piece turd of considerable length) with a sizable "gap" of pressurized methane in between them; the result is an explosive whooshy bang partway though the dump that echoes hollowly in the toilet-bowl and is amplified/intensified by said bowl, just like the sounding-board of a drum or stringed instrument.
A backfire-poop can be highly embarrassing for the pooper if others are within earshot at the time. Some guys, however, are actually proud of making these "impressive" anal indiscretions, since it proves that they only produce "manly-sized" turds which "seal in the combustion", with no blow-by from a minuscule-diameter poop-log's allowing the gas to wastefully/splutteringly seep past the emerging turd in a much-less-spectacular noise-display.
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."