a peanut-buttery, crispy, chocolatety, butter-scotchity treat invented by my grandma in the 1970s for one purpose: to be consumed by her two favorite grandsons (nameless on this site, but we all know who they are) at Ocean Shores.
Ohpa: (auf Deutsch) You made a full pan of scotcheroos. Where did half of them go?
Ohma: You know.
One who, because of an obsessive compulsive disorder, fears the sound of his urine being heard by others. The result: he urinates with his dick in the toilet water.