sweet potato pie
sweet potato pie by 2slick2pretty July 25, 2003
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Getting her famous sweet potato pie
A disgusting sex act in which Ms. Kay smears pie filling on your ballsack while a live duck scrapes it off with his bill.
Getting her famous sweet potato pie like;
Phil: What do I know about Clayton homes? I know they are built right here in America
Ms. Kay: And they know the difference between a house and a home.
Phil: Hey Ms. Kay, a home is where you get your famous sweet potato pie, honey.
And y'all know how we try to make Ms. Kay happy, happy, happy.
Clayton homes! Good call. *Duck noise*
Phil: What do I know about Clayton homes? I know they are built right here in America
Ms. Kay: And they know the difference between a house and a home.
Phil: Hey Ms. Kay, a home is where you get your famous sweet potato pie, honey.
And y'all know how we try to make Ms. Kay happy, happy, happy.
Clayton homes! Good call. *Duck noise*
Getting her famous sweet potato pie by BlueCandlesticks April 8, 2019
Getting her sweet potato pie
Rubbing sweet potato mash on ones male counterparts nut sack and getting one or more ducks to then consume it and clean said nut sack.
Getting her sweet potato pie by Demonthral April 8, 2019
Getting Her Famous Sweet Potato Pie
Getting Her Famous Sweet Potato Pie by solipskier April 8, 2019
sweetpotatopie
sweetpotatopie by bicklevelevet September 20, 2010
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)