b-stinga
To be a pure loke dog always getting crunk in da clubs with all da scrilla manila. To be on top of the world and being untouchable.
b-stinga by the real b-stinga April 2, 2005
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Bar-B-Que Pit Stinger
While in the act of anal sex male inserts one fully cooked large Jalapeño Sausage into woman's vigina. Then when 3/4 of sausage is in, male must squeeze so that spicy jalapeño sausage juice can trickle in vigina. Therefore causing stinging sensation in woman's vigina and forcing her to be unable to sit for 30-45 min.
I was fucking this girl in her ass when i notice that there was some leftovers from the bar-b-que we had from earlier. So i reached over and grabbed a uneaten jalapeno sausage, knowing this girl is a freak, i jammed the sausage into her vertical smile. I gave the sausage a squeeze to give it a throbbing feel for her when the sausage exploded inside of her causing the juice to flow deep inside her vigina. She jumped up in pain and screamed " What are you doing, fucking me with a demon dick". And after that she was unable to sit down cuz her pussy was burning. Thus the invention of the Bar-B-Que Pit Stinger
Bar-B-Que Pit Stinger by RoBbIE1 January 25, 2011
breatharian
breatharian by leena gabor November 8, 2005
Word of the Day on June 3, 2026
A Booger In The Nose Of Progress
"Militarily, that inquest was a booger in the nose of progress."
or
"As far as human rights are concerned, this political infighting is a booger in the nose of progress."
or
"As far as human rights are concerned, this political infighting is a booger in the nose of progress."
A Booger In The Nose Of Progress by Rok'n'rol Wannabe October 19, 2006
Word of the Day on June 2, 2026
fogey
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!
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)