In an erotically blessed couple, the woman's clitoris, focus of all devotion, from which emanates such intense energy, joy and transcendent oneness that her lover can think of nothing else. ... Excuse me. What were you saying?
In the middle of the day, apropos of nothing, she suddenly blurted, "the center of our happiness" and he knew exactly what she was craving.
When somebody says “ Everything is simply a shape, a form, an identifier to let others recognize me as me! But then, what am I? Is this me? My true self? My fake self? What is it that I am? Nobody understands me!” You just go “ I am you, I am just like you. That’s why I was attached to you. I wanted to give you happiness. I’m sorry I misunderstood your happiness.”
A daily web comic found on the website explosm.com. The comic writers are 4 comic artists named Rob, Kris, Dave, and Matt. Each artist has his own sense of humor; like Rob and Dave's comics having a genuine sense of humor, while Matt's tend to focus around AIDS and sex, and Kris's comics are usually about someone dying or missing limbs. The web comic also has a dozen or so animated shorts.
guy 1: Man, Cyanide and Happiness is a great web comic!
guy 2: Hey, I've never heard of it.
guy 1: You should check it out sometime. It's really funny.
guy 2: Ok I will.
Term used to describe someone who is a mix of both rural (country) and urban (metropolitan) lifestyles/upbringings. He/she is typically equally comfortable in both settings and is able to seamlessly slip back and forth between the two, appreciating the characteristics of each.
That ol' gal of mine drives the 12lane freeway during the week and a John Deere on the weekends. She likes opra and the Grand Ol' Opry. I love them countrypolitan women.
A bath consisting of a variety of slats, oils, soaps or any other added ingredients such as fruits, milks, herbs or any other spices for health or beautifying benifits.
She brought home alot of stuff and took it to the bathroom. She must be taking a witch bath.
While our lifespan is the number of years we will live, our healthspan is the number of healthy years we will have and our sexspan is is the number of years we will continue to be healthy enough to continue having an active sex life.
A lighthearted reaction upon receiving disappointing news of some sort. Usually something that isn't a particularly a big deal, esp. when it primarily affects someone else - sort of a mild schadenfreude. Sometimes doubled or tripled, and possibly said in a sing-songy voice for added comedic effect to imitate a muted trumpet, which is how the meme originated.
You didn't get any napkins with your takeout pork fried rice? Womp womp.