A person you may love and see a future with that could never happen because they may have either rejected you or be in a current relationship that halts the pursuit of each other. The person you love, the peachscone, normally would have no idea your love and may be mislead to think it as sincerity and kind gestures
Dude, that girl is so pretty, and kind, and we are just so connected. But she’s engaged to Adam. I guess she’ll be my peachscone forever
Derived from the English term scone-head. A person who is a complete and utter fuckwit. A pleb who also carries out the traits of a nuff nuff. A derro. A choad puller. Someone you would spit on and fly-kick to the head. Cock-socks you would have no hesitation in throwing emu eggs or black dildo's at in shear disgrace. Tosses that you would not piss on if they were on fire. Generally people who originate from areas like Bunyip.
A brutally rough bowel movement that feels like your ass is being ripped apart by shitting a long, dry, stale coffee shop scone. Typically induced from dehydration caused by a long night of excessive alcohol consumption.
Carl needed some Prep H after he busted a bloody roid. His drop scone split his ass open.
Term used to describe someone who is a mix of both rural (country) and urban (metropolitan) lifestyles/upbringings. He/she is typically equally comfortable in both settings and is able to seamlessly slip back and forth between the two, appreciating the characteristics of each.
That ol' gal of mine drives the 12 lane freeway during the week and a John Deere on the weekends. She likes opra and the Grand Ol' Opry. I love them countrypolitan women.
A bath consisting of a variety of slats, oils, soaps or any other added ingredients such as fruits, milks, herbs or any other spices for health or beautifying benifits.
She brought home alot of stuff and took it to the bathroom. She must be taking a witch bath.
While our lifespan is the number of years we will live, our healthspan is the number of healthy years we will have and our sexspan is is the number of years we will continue to be healthy enough to continue having an active sex life.
A lighthearted reaction upon receiving disappointing news of some sort. Usually something that isn't a particularly a big deal, esp. when it primarily affects someone else - sort of a mild schadenfreude. Sometimes doubled or tripled, and possibly said in a sing-songy voice for added comedic effect to imitate a muted trumpet, which is how the meme originated.
You didn't get any napkins with your takeout pork fried rice? Womp womp.