canoe party
canoe party by Steve Willmy April 15, 2007
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party cane
A stick used for hitting people that don't bring booze to a party. Usually made out of steel or a hard wood.
Tom: Hey, did you bring any alcohol to this sweet party?
Dave: No man. I got off work late and didn't get a chance to get any.
Tom: I don't wanna hear your fucking excuses. You're getting the party cane *whack* *kabaam*
Dave: No man. I got off work late and didn't get a chance to get any.
Tom: I don't wanna hear your fucking excuses. You're getting the party cane *whack* *kabaam*
party cane by Matt Cirka February 12, 2008
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The Holy Canon of The Leicester House Party
These are the Four Sacred Truths of The Big-Booty Bottom Bitch himself, Daddy Jakeypoo.
Thou doth handcuffs thyself to thine bedpost during the act of sexual intercourse
His Daddyness doest enjoy ins'rting a dildo into his rampallian during amorous rite
The divine Daddyness doth also enjoyeth the reception of intercourse through the floppy pocket pussy whilst handcuffed to thine holy bedpost
Thine most holiest of Phat Cocks hast been reveal’d to us unworthy mortals as uncircumcised with curdles of thine most delicious cheese held within
For every house party, a role must be filled to maintain the sacred balance of the almighty Lauren’s Bisexuality. It is a force that balances the Sexaul Force as we know it. For every house party there must be a Lauren, for whom the others shall balance. With the Four Sacred Truths, Lauren fulfills her Straight lust. This lust, however, must be tempered and balanced by the passionate embrace of a Darcey, whom penetrates her with the Phat Cock Dildo of Lesbian Love. Just as there are Four Sacred Truths, so too must there be a forth person in the ritual, an Evalina. The Evalina is but a mere cuck that sits in the corner and observes the ritual, furling their own desires from a distance, this gives the Bisexuality an exit from the ritual and disperses the lust out into the universe, thus completing the The Holy Canon of The Leicester House Party.
Thou doth handcuffs thyself to thine bedpost during the act of sexual intercourse
His Daddyness doest enjoy ins'rting a dildo into his rampallian during amorous rite
The divine Daddyness doth also enjoyeth the reception of intercourse through the floppy pocket pussy whilst handcuffed to thine holy bedpost
Thine most holiest of Phat Cocks hast been reveal’d to us unworthy mortals as uncircumcised with curdles of thine most delicious cheese held within
For every house party, a role must be filled to maintain the sacred balance of the almighty Lauren’s Bisexuality. It is a force that balances the Sexaul Force as we know it. For every house party there must be a Lauren, for whom the others shall balance. With the Four Sacred Truths, Lauren fulfills her Straight lust. This lust, however, must be tempered and balanced by the passionate embrace of a Darcey, whom penetrates her with the Phat Cock Dildo of Lesbian Love. Just as there are Four Sacred Truths, so too must there be a forth person in the ritual, an Evalina. The Evalina is but a mere cuck that sits in the corner and observes the ritual, furling their own desires from a distance, this gives the Bisexuality an exit from the ritual and disperses the lust out into the universe, thus completing the The Holy Canon of The Leicester House Party.
The Holy Canon of The Leicester House Party by DaddyDextive April 20, 2021
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)