Mark pounded his chest with savage anticipation while his steeling gaze studied the urban snowscape that stood against him.
His gloved hands gripped the frigid steel controls of the ancient machine that was created to conquer the ice crystals preventing the human form from navigating its naturals pathways.
As the vibration of the machines motor roared, he marched forward, resolute in his courage as he felt himself rise...
Mark had a Snow Blowner
When you’re blowing some Colombian sinus sauce (aka cocain) off a girls back door (typically Hispanic) and she farts coviering your face in the Colombian bam-bam.
Person 1: “Bro what happened you look like you fell into a bag of flour”
Person 2: “nah I just a Portuguese Snowblower from that Mexican girl over there.”
When you have a person bend over on all fours, coat their asshole with a handful of cocaine, and proceed to have that person fart the cocaine into your nostrils as you snort it, preferably in the back of a Land Rover.
Man, last night was crazy. I brought this chick home from the bar and right before we left we got into the back of her Land Rover and she gave me the good ol’ PortugueseSnowblower.