The fluff that gets created in ones belly button, there's no evidence where it comes from but there's so much you would expect to see holes in your T shirts and why is it always blue no matter what colourshirt you wear?
Fuck me, I stripped off Infront of this girl, she was so hot and gagging for it, but then I realised something was wrong by the startled look on her face. Shit! By buttons full of fluff!!! My night was ruined by shit fluff!
A shit fluffer is a person who takes leasure in fluffing a guy's shit. This means sexually arousing him with his or her hands, fingers, tongue, lips and penis.
That guy who is playing with that other guy's cock is a shit fluffer.
Something labelled "art" by the owner which is actually just pretentious crap with no emotional connotations or imagination involved. Examples include Facebook "Photography" and Instagram "Poetry". Extremely prominent in today's society where every piece of mindless "fluffy shit" can be shared online. The word first appeared in the 2012 movie "I Am Not A Hipster".
"Did you see the photographs on my $4,000 Nikon?"
"Yes I quite liked them."
"It's not easy being an artist."
And dying in yo' bed many years from now, would ya be willing ta trade all da days from dis here day ta dat fo' one chance, just one chance, ta come back here as young men an' tell our enemies dat dey may take our lives but dey will never take our freedom ... YUB NUB!
The Bar came before the movie. It is an awesome bar where the girls know how to party and make you feel okay about giving up your money, drawers, bras, and dignity.
2. Movie
A story about a Jersey girl following her dreams, aided by working at this bar in New York.
3. Situation/Person/Decision
See other definitions - waking up next to someone so ugly you'd rather chew your arm off than wake them up.
1. Yo, Coyote Ugly is my favorite bar! I got whipped, stripped, drunk, and danced on the bar all before 7 o'clock!
2. Hey did you see Coyote Ugly? It actually has a plot!
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.