cunt slugger
You should have see Ron Jeremy in that flick, man that dude is a bonafide cunt slugger if ever I saw one.
cunt slugger by Justin O'Connell October 17, 2007
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cunt slugged
When she rubs her pussy up & down your cock or when she rubs her cunt un your chest or face- she leaves a trail of juice ( like a Slug's shiny/slimy line it leaves in it's wake) This is a CUNT SLUG.
That chick cunt slugged me all over my chest.....it was hot.
I wanted her to cunt slug my face-all over.
She told me she wanted to cunt slug my cock
I wanted her to cunt slug my face-all over.
She told me she wanted to cunt slug my cock
cunt slugged by Dicmunchercougar August 29, 2017
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)