bomb iraq
bomb iraq by Karl Steiger January 31, 2004
The Iraqi Stink Bomb
This is when you are nailing a girl from behind, preferably a stranger. Then, you make a noise and quietly apologize for farting during sex when really you have taken three to four stink bombs and crushed them on the floor. You then don a gas mask and continue fucking her from behind until you finish while she endures the smell.
Yo Jake! Remember that bitch at the bar who was taking a piss in the men’s room sink? She seemed like common street trash so I got smashed enough to bang her and threw in The Iraqi Stink Bomb so I could video it, steal her phone send to all her friends when she was cleaning off the stench in my bathroom.
The Iraqi Stink Bomb by Larry and Rex and Benny November 20, 2019
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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)