The worrying thought that the lady you've dated after several months of chat might be sporting more downstairs than you signed up for. When that goodnight embrace leads you to hope that 'she' must have had one of those tiny extendable umbrellas in her coat pocket, even though it's July.
Things were okay until we left the restaurant. I had driven her to the bus stop, where we kissed and cuddled. Oddly, in the acrid orangeneon glow, Gloria's jawline seemed harsher, more sculpted. At that moment I felt transiety, exacerbated by my lurking notion that her hands were quite big for a woman of her size.
Ruler of Lake Titicaca. Rumored to have a bunghole that gets very angry if it does not receive toilet paper. Cornholio the Great is often seen walking around with his shirt over his head and his hands in the air, chanting songs about his power, and his bunghole.
"I am Cornholio! You do not want to face the wrath of my bunghole, for I need TP!"
Butthead: Shut up, Beavis! (uh huh huh huh)
Beavis: Um, okay. (heh heh heh heh).