The act of banging and then blowing, tantalizing the penis until the man is ready to bang again, with this process occuring indefinitely, in an infinite and endless cycle.
Some say a Bhutanese Blowbang is the sexual cycle ones soul goes through during transcendent self actualization, and that Gandhi himself is stuck in sexual samsara due to it.
To Bhutanese shrimple kirk is to commit the act of watching Star Trek while inserting one’s phallus into a seafood platter. Primarily done in Bhutan this act gained its signature name Bhutanese shrimple kirk
Verb: bhutanese shrimple kirking
Yo dude last night was crazyEric started Bhutanese shrimple kirking
When you're fucking a bitch doggy style outside in a severe thunder storm, and you electrical tape a 10 foot metal pole to the girls head. You then proceed to wait until she gets struck by lightning, and it travels down the pole, through her body, and into your cock and balls. You then instantaneously bust a load, and she proceeds to give birth to Thor 9 months later.
George: Bro I was Bhutanese Thunderquaddling with Brittany last night and now we're gonna give birth to a Greek god!
"I got a twelve-pack of that gorilla. That shit you can only find walking along the hashish transport paths in Azerbaijan. I'm smoking on Bhutanese shadow garden grown dark evil pack. They watered this with the blood of 36 dragons. Shit's so purple it should be asking me "Where's Ronald?" Nigga, this shit will turn your pacemaker off. Nuclear levels of sour. Lung slaughtering, necromancer kush. Shit got diamonds on it so you know the THC to CBDratio is fuckin' swag nigga. A whiff of this shit? Yeah this that nefarious evil sorcerer moon grass. This shit straight out of Caelid. This shit is what shot Tupac. R.I.P. my nigga for real dog. Peace."
Is part of a press conference. The conference was held on February 8th where President Joe Biden said this regarding cannabis legalisation at a federal level
Person 1: What are you smoking on tonight mr president?
Person 2: I got a twelve-pack of that gorilla. That shit you can only find walking along the hashish transport paths in Azerbaijan. I'm smoking on Bhutanese shadow garden grown dark evil pack. They watered this with the blood of 36 dragons. Shit's so purple it should be asking me "Where's Ronald?" Nigga, this shit will turn your pacemaker off. Nuclear levels of sour. Lung slaughtering, necromancer kush. Shit got diamonds on it so you know the THC to CBD ratio is fuckin' swag nigga. A whiff of this shit? Yeah this that nefarious evil sorcerer moon grass. This shit straight out of Caelid. This shit is what shot Tupac. R.I.P. my nigga for real dog. Peace.
One of the most intriguing versions of this teaching is the idea of the Lord of the World Bhuwanesh, the head of an unseen but benevolent hierarchy that governs humanity
Sister: This meeting was to discuss the rough draft of my essay, where we discussed the subsidiary questions I added in my rough draft. We also discussed the relationship between my main title and the real-life situations I chose to use in my essay. We discussed the structure of my essay as well, specifically the Math AOK section and how it relates to the contradiction of the title. This second meeting was particularly helpful in discussing the implications of my essay claims and how to apply the title across various areas of knowledge. There were many sections of the essay that could have been cut down in wordiness and the ways of knowing required further and more in-depth analysis.
An absolutely foolproof way to keep minors from viewing content deemed "too mature" for them to watch.
Billy: "So I was trying to watch some videos for an M rated game, and I ran into an age gate, so I put in my real birthday. SOMEHOW it managed to figure out that I am 12. CURSE YOU AGE GATE!!!"
Bill: "Fucking age gate! *quick scroll* THERE! I was born on January 1, 1904. Fuck you age gate."
A)
The Crud that collects under the keys in a keyboard. Usually more severe in the keyboards of programmers and webmasters as they tend to spend a lot of time at the the computer and thus eat at their desk. Mainly affecting IBM Model M (clicly) style boards.
B)
Can also be used to gross out Non-Techie people
A)
Bill: want to go to the club?
Bob: No, I've got to clean out my board chow, keys are starting to stick.
B)
Bill: Want to go out to get a bite?
Bob: No, i am just going to have some of my board chow/
Bill: Whats' that?
Bob: The food scraps that collect in my keyboard; Want some?
Bill: *GAG* *HURL* *GAG*