A slick, low-viscosity secretion composed of drool and nasal phlegm, typically oozing from an unconscious or heavily relaxed mouth. Often found pooling on unfortunate surfaces—be it a pillow, a lover's chest, or the unsuspecting shoulder of a friend who made the mistake of offering a nap spot. The bastard child of drool and juice, Druice is the bodily cocktail nobody ordered.
Last night, my girl fell asleep on my bare chest, completely knocked out. When we woke up, she had baptized both of us in a full-on druice tsunami—her entire face glazed, my chest marinating in a warm, viscous mess that had settled into every crevice. It was like waking up in the aftermath of a slug’s victory lap. True love is pretending this is normal.
by YoU'REanEIGHt February 20, 2025