The art of hiding an erection while sitting and leaning one's upper torso at a 45 degree angle betwixt one's chest and lap. The owner of said erection then proceeds to arch their back in such a way that makes them appear to be sitting upright. This causes said erection to recede into the body causing a "turtle shell" effect.
"Dude, my Spanish teacher is so hot...she had me turtle shelling all class."
V. The act of taking someones backback when they're not looking, taking everything out of the main pocket, turning the bag inside out, placing everything back in, zipping it up so as the zippers are on the inside making it difficult to open back up, and placing it back next to the person before they find out what you've been doing.
What happens when you hold your poop for too long. When you finally sit down on the toilet, you let loose only to realize that it may have been on the verge of popping out, and that you probably had less time to wait than you thought.
John: "Bro, Sidney was over for 6 hours last night and I had to shit so bad!"
Steve: "Damn, son. Did you drop a deuce with her at your place?"
John: "No, but I was turtle shelling it like a mothafucka. Almost shat everywhere."
The art of hiding an erection while sitting and leaning one's upper torso at a 45 degree angle betwixt one's chest and lap. The owner of said erection then proceeds to arch their back in such a way that makes them appear to be sitting upright. This causes said erection to recede into the body causing a "turtle shell" effect.
"Dude, my Spanish teacher is so hot...she had me turtle shelling all class."
Fogey/fogy /fougi/ sl. (early 18C+, orig. Scot) old-fashioned, stuck-in-the mud.
Person with old fashioned ideas which he is unwilling to change: Come to the disco and stop being such an old fogey!
You think me an old fogeyand an old tory, his thoughtful voice said. I saw three generations since O’Connel’s time. I remember the famine. Do you know that the orange lodges agitated for repeal of the union twenty years before O’Connel did or before the prelates of your communion denounced him as a demagogue? You fenians forget some things. (James Joyce, Ulysses. Penguin Books,1992. p. 38)