pretzel sex
the act of a man sticking his penis into one of the three holes of a breaded pretzel repeatedly as a form of masturbation.
pretzel sex by zoepeen July 18, 2013
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friend one: yO EVER HEARD OF PRETZEL SEX-?? :D
friend two: lmao wtf is that some bed position
friend one: TRY IT OUT D U D E
((Lmao this is a joke--))
friend two: lmao wtf is that some bed position
friend one: TRY IT OUT D U D E
((Lmao this is a joke--))
Pretzel Sex by LilyIsSoSmart September 15, 2018
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sex pretzel
When you're wrestling around with your "straight" friends, and your twist your friend up into different sexual positions and make jokes because he doesn't posses enough physical strength to undo what you've done
Man, Kevin and Brent were wrestling around in the gowning room earlier and Kevin put Brent in the Sex Pretzel
sex pretzel by Someone In The Tuck June 21, 2006
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A Booger In The Nose Of Progress
"Militarily, that inquest was a booger in the nose of progress."
or
"As far as human rights are concerned, this political infighting is a booger in the nose of progress."
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"As far as human rights are concerned, this political infighting is a booger in the nose of progress."
A Booger In The Nose Of Progress by Rok'n'rol Wannabe October 19, 2006
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fogey
Fogey/fogy /fougi/ sl. (early 18C+, orig. Scot) old-fashioned, stuck-in-the mud.
Person with old fashioned ideas which he is unwilling to change: Come to the disco and stop being such an old fogey!
Person with old fashioned ideas which he is unwilling to change: Come to the disco and stop being such an old fogey!
You think me an old fogeyand an old tory, his thoughtful voice said. I saw three generations since O’Connel’s time. I remember the famine. Do you know that the orange lodges agitated for repeal of the union twenty years before O’Connel did or before the prelates of your communion denounced him as a demagogue? You fenians forget some things. (James Joyce, Ulysses. Penguin Books,1992. p. 38)