When a girl hasn't yet decided whether to spit or swallow prior to climax and ends up with some sort of messy hybrid. She immediately has second thoughts about the rest of whats in her mouth and staggers wide-eyed, jaw extended, arms flapping around the room looking for someplace to spit.
Cheryl is orally talented, but doesn't exactly have a taste for the homebrew "protein shake". One night as Larry came to fruition, she got a little in her mouth. She looked like a frightened pelican as she ran around the room, arms flailing, and chin extended looking for somewhere to spit.
Frightened Rabbit are an amazing scottish indie/folk consisting of Scott Hutchison (vocals, guitar), Grant Hutchison (drums, vocals), Billy Kennedy (guitar, keyboards, bass) and Andy Monaghan (keyboards, guitar, bass).
Their two albums - The Midnight Organ Fight and Sing the Greys are both awesome.
Rhab: I saw Frightened Rabbit last nite live, they were fucking awesome
Gav: Wow im jealous i hear they are a tidy band!
When you're so cold, that your penis tries to suck back into your body like a frightened turtle into it's shell.
"Dude, you should know better than to go skinny-dipping on the first date. You never show the frightened turtle to a chick who hasn't already seen your meat."
Dr. Drew on Celebrity Rehab said "All of a sudden what had been just another Hollywood proposal became for him an unexpected blessing, an opportunity for growth. In drug recovery language, that's called a "Godshot."
A food native to Pittsburgh/Western Pennsylvania in which cubes of pork and/or veal are put on a short, wooden skewer, breaded, then baked and/or fried.
I've heard that city chicken originated during the Great Depression, when folks didn't have enough money to buy full cuts of meat, so they assembled meat scraps on a wooden skewer, creating a make-shift drumstick. Hence the name.
The rush of neurotransmitters and neuropeptides triggered specifically by watching the Seven Dwarfs march home singing "Heigh-Ho" — that particular high of pickaxes, whistling while you work, and communal domestic bliss in a cottage built for men half your height.
I only meant to watch the Heigh-Ho scene for the endwarfins, and then it was two hours later and I'd watched the whole movie.
Endwarfins aren't just a Snow White thing — I get the same hit off the Lollipop Guild in Oz.