The anniversary of the day you aborted a fetus, known to some as a "child."
This is typically a day of very dark reflection, either because of the act itself or the hoops you were forced to jump through as a result of knocking up a very crazy and hormonal young tramp.
Tomorrow is our abortiversary. When I say "our," I mean me, that crazy chick to whom I will never speak again, and that cluster of cells that at the bottom of a biohazard bag.
What am I doing for my abortiversary, you ask? I'm going to go get shit-faced, hopefully resulting in some permanent amnesia that will encompass said abortion.
My near-baby-mama wants to know what we should do to celebrate our abortiversary. I suggested getting her a hysterectomy.
Nickname given to bales of marijuana thrown overboard or out of airplanes. Origin is reportedly from members of the US Coast Guard in the area of Southern Florida.
"Base we've got some square groupers floating outside of Miami harbor."