A pair of human female breasts, that are so large, impressive, and aesthetically pleasing, that it is only appropriate to call them by a four-syllable word.
Yvette's head games drive me totally insane, but I am powerless to resist her amazing knockeroonies.
"Johnny? Geez, does he even have a job? I'm surprised you can pry him off of the couch! He’s 26 years old and still living with mommy. Last I heard he didn’t think there was any reason to even try to get out on his own or nuthin’. He’s got about as much ambition as my pet Goldfish”
"I know...he really IS a Low Knocker, isn't he? What was I thinking?!"
"I can't answer that, but call that Low Knocker back and break it off. You can do better, Susie. Much better!"
1. A highly guarded and secretive goldmine of one's adultmaterial. Usually referenced in regard to a voluminous and particularly titillating collection.
Jamie (older gentleman): Have you noticed how there are less and less Fort Knockers around.
Shane (older gentleman): Yeah, with the internet now a days people are beginning to abandon the gold standard of porn, choosing to trade in papers and tapes for illicit web sites. I've heard one can get all sorts of diseases from sex, and now, viruses from the internet.
Jamie (older gentleman): Kids these days just don't understand. But alas the world is changing.
A persons distinct/uniqueknock that allows them to be identified before being seen or heard.
This allows the person to decide if they want to let the person in or pretend they're not in.
KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK......KNOCK....KNOCK..... KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK "whats that?!?" "Thats Matthew with the tens!" "how do you know?" "Duh! Knocker ID! N.O but you're stupid! "