Peanut Butter all over her morsels? For real Skippy in a jiffy is what a low down Dirty-Ass Skeezer HoBag Beeeotch will do when she gotta have it!!! I'm talkin' about gettin' on the low down with a genuine Fido Bow Wow K-9 flea bag mutt full of fur, and givin' him sumpin' ta chomp on! Smackin' his tongue all over her meat curtains and she's explodin' some o' thOse "oh my Mutha Fuckin' Gawwwdz" right therr! Sick in her disgusting fantasy world wishin' it was a man master rug licker lesbie friend or some bad boy. Damn! Get eatin', laid or even used... but no not the fucking animals especially mans best friend the D-O-G?! WTF?!!.
BeastialityRealfucked up shit Ladies and Germz... I aint down with that Holla if ya hear me!!! 'Cause it doesn't get much worse than that except Necro's But that another mother fuckin' sorry ass story!!!
A wrap made of: speed, weed, heroine, cocaine, mushrooms, pine-o-clean, petrol battery acid acid salvia meth some herbs and spices and some lettuce and tomato vodka sauce bam and the dirt is gone ajax spray and wipe some chicken and cheese all wrapped in a tortilla.
"Yeah you starting to feel the sassy food magic mate? That's the fuckin trippa snippa kicking in!"
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 12lane 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.