maruchkin

A blumpkin variation. Felatio while taking dump and eating a bowl of instant ramen at the same time.

I was already in, but when she suggested she give me a Maruchkin, I was in love. Somehow the Ramen makes it much seedier, so you know she a freak.

by Notorious MRB July 31, 2022

Marching Baritone

The heaviest hand-held instrument in the band. Players of the marching baritone will go through the worst kind of hell for the first month or so of the season because of the twenty-pound vertical pull on their arm muscles that they didn't even know they had. They often develop PTSD from the pain and wake up in the middle of the night with war-flashbacks from band camp. Understandably, baritone marchers get hella pissed when trumpets complain about how heavy their instrument is because the baritone is a solid 10-15 pounds heavier. Another drawback of the marching baritone is the bell size which, like the mellophone, completely fucking blocks your forward vision so you can't see the drum major 30% of the time. But despite the satanic training the baritones go through, they will have the fiercest of biceps at the end of the season. Through the blood, sweat, and tears that they shed together the baritone section members have bonded to form a cult of trumpet-loathing Herculeses. Even though every baritone player has stated multiple times that they hate playing their instrument, none of them would give it up for the world. It's definately a love-hate relationship that always ends up tipping more towards the loving side.

Wow, that marching baritone has really good posture! *ten seconds later* Aaaaand it's gone.

by Allisonsum1 December 17, 2014

Marching Band

1. ) A sport
2.) Hell
3.) The best thing that will ever happen to you
4.) Mentally and Physically draining

Marching band is a team build experience, that will change your whole perception on life and make you appreciate all the small things in life. There will be ups and down but you will love all of them. One thing about marching band is that you all don't just talk about band, y'all spill some real tea. One last thing is, the people you meet will become your friends for the rest of your life it doesn't matter what grade level or anything everybody is now your best friend for the first time you all snap to attention.

The first day of marching band camp
Drum major: *click* *click* *click* *click* BAND TEN HUT
A sloe rookie: Is it band or ben?
Drum major: NO TALKING AT ATTENTION

by piccolotrumpet April 13, 2019

Bolivian Marching Powder

"Bolivian Marching Powder" appears in Bright Lights, Big City by Jay McInerney published in 1984. The main character describes the brain and inner soldiers marching around once they've been stimulated with cocaine.

"All might come clear if you could just slip into the bathroom and do a little more Bolivian Marching Powder. Your brain at this moment is composed of brigades of tiny Bolivian soldiers. They are tired and muddy from their long march through the night. There are holes in their boots and they are hungry. They need to be fed. They need the Bolivian Marching Powder." - Bright Lights, Big City, Jay McInerney, 1984

by Gilligan Jaediker January 29, 2015

Marching the Penguin

Masturbating

House: You mix rocking, grunting, sweating, and dystonia with concerned parents, and you get an amateur diagnosis of epilepsy. In actuality, all your little girl is doing is saying "Yoo-hoo" to the hoo-hoo.
Mom: She's what?
House: Marching the penguin. Ya-yaing the sisterhood. Finding Nemo. It's called gratification disorder. It's sort of a misnomer. If one was unable to gratify one's self, that would be a disorder.
Mom: Are you saying she's masturbating?
House: I was trying to be discrete, there is a child in the room.

by houseism June 24, 2009

Marching Orders

Any instructions handed down from on high which clearly delineate where to go and what to do.

I don't care what you think, my marching orders came from the CEO, so if you don't like it you can take it up with him.

by jennix March 19, 2012

Marching Band

Life.

Where were you Friday night?
At a football game, marching at halftime.
What about Saturday?
Marching Contest.
Sunday?
Practicing for Region Band.
Monday after school? Tuesday? Every other day of the school week?
Marching practice. Come on, you think I have another life or something?

by snaregirl August 21, 2003