The lowest form of life on earth. These worthless moonfaced bitches cruise around issuing parking citations. They select this career as a means of getting back at a world of people with whom they could never have sex. They somehow manage to put even speed trap pigs to shame.
That dumpy meter maid sat in the parking lot all day-- like the waste of food she is-- issuing forty dollar citations for dumb bullshit. What a bitch!
by The Spartender March 17, 2008
by kiko man September 07, 2009
Using vaginal muscles to crush a mans penis to extract information, or ever for pure torture. Some women have been known to counteract rape. These muscles can be strengthened by Kegal exercises, yoga, and various stretches.
She used Ursula's Maid to rob that Bank!
Female Bandits in the late 19th century would use this to bed a man, and then get him reveal important information, or as a form of robbery.
Some modern day women use this to excite their sex life, or protect themselves from rape.
Female Bandits in the late 19th century would use this to bed a man, and then get him reveal important information, or as a form of robbery.
Some modern day women use this to excite their sex life, or protect themselves from rape.
by Sierra the Vegan December 05, 2007
by BergSloe July 21, 2008
n. A girl or woman who exhibits douchey qualities; the female equivalent of a douche bag.
See also Ann Coulter.
See also Ann Coulter.
She came off as a total douche maid when she said she went to school in Boston instead of just saying Harvard.
by a Feminist June 19, 2009
A man that performs tasks for women, both useful around the house things and more personal, sexual things.
by Tnp12rocks March 27, 2017
The feeling when you return to your vacation hotel room after going for a walk, with an intestinal explosion imminent, only to see the maid cart in the corridor near your room. There's a visceral feeling of panic when you realise you may have lost "home field advantage" for your imminent morning joy dump. Particularly relevant after a big night in Vegas.
Dave was looking forward to a good half hour post-breakfast sit down with a copy of ESPN magazine after his tequila and Coors meltdown when he spotted the dreaded cart and had a major attack of maid anxiety.
by Sculph January 17, 2010