A series of on~ramps & off~ramps of a freeway that look like a 4~leaf clover.
When we took a wrong turn on the freeway in Houston, it took us an hour to go thru all the cloverleaf on~ramps & off~ramps to get back to where we needed to be!
The sexual gang-banging of a male unicorn by a party of four, at least two of whom are male. The unicorn penetrates two individuals, one with horn and one with penis, while being penetrated, in turn, orally and anally.
The term derives from a cloverleaf on a freeway that features at least two on-ramps and two off-ramps — Two points of entry, two points of exit.
We had only been playing Dungeons & Dragons for about half an hour before the whole party forgot its quest and started cloverleafing the hell out of a Unicorn.
A sex act, defined by 4 partners, either with dicks or strap-ons, standing with one thigh against one another. All four partners pivot inward and commence anal inter course, resulting in what looks like a four leaf clover.
The sexual act when a man 1) pours barbecue sauce into a woman's vagina; 2) has sex with her; 3) then makes her lick the sauce and cum off of his penis; 4) finally the woman squirts the mixture up the man's ass hole.
Note: "Texas" comes from the use of barbecue sauce and the "cloverleaf" comes from the use of four steps.
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*