A sex act involving male genitalia performing anal, and then after completion the partner sucking the combination of substances out of the penis, like they're smoking a pipe.
A series of male queefs, consisting of a rapid-fire brisk expulsion of penile flatulence. There is occasional drippage associated with this disorder.
1. "I went to make my mead, but the next thing I knew I had brikings in my shorts."
2. "I kept yelling over my wife until she handed me a fistful of my brikings medications."
3. "I don't drink commercial mead with sorbate because the flavor causes me a fit of the brikings."
The process through which a male and a female undergo a form of intercourse in which the female uses her hair to sexually pleasure the reproductive genitalia of the male. This is generally how one knows that a relationship has become serious, and often symbolizes commitment.
"Did you hear about those two? They were just brimping! Neither one of them even proposed!"
1. Typically occurs when a condom is left in place following a sex act for a prolonged period resulting in a 'pruning' effect of the male member. Intoxication usually precipitates the act of brining the turkey.
2. See soaking. May also be applied to the act of prolonged 'soaking'.
George came home three sheets to the wind and had his way with Betty. Unfortunately, he was so hammered he wound up "brining the turkey".
As he awoke from his drunken slumber George looked down and saw that he had "brined the turkey".
The third book in the Inheritance Cycle. The inpronouncable name means "fire", which is associated with the first spell that Eragon learns. However most readers have attributed it to the feeling of their brains being lit on fire due to the mind-boggling complexities of prose.
“Nasuada hoped he would soon recover. If he did not, she would ask Eragon or Angela, or perhaps the two of them together, to attend to Garven. Until such time as his condition improved, she decided that he should no longer serve as an active member of the Nighthawks; Jormundur would give him something simple to do, so she would not suffer guilt at causing his any further injury, and he might at least have the pleasure of enjoying whatever visions his contact with the elves had left him with.Bitter at her loss, and furious with herself, with the elves, and with Galbatorix and the Empire for making such a sacrifice necessary, she had difficulty maintaining a soft tongue and good manners.” Quote from Brisingr
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*