noun A silky smooth type of cat without a care in the world who will gladly come at you hard and dirty like a spider monkey.
They call me "Tittie Sprinkles". I enjoy short walks to the fridge, ice cold beverages, and the occasional threesome. Sometimes for fun I will steal a horse, glue an ice cream cone to its head and ride it naked with a belt tied around my neck singing "It`s raining men". I know some people think thats weird. Fuck that. I like unicorns. Anyway, if you feel that I might be someone who could go and do proper funk work on you, give me a call on my cell. You should be able to find my number in the men`s room of your local bar, or a phone booth, or a jail cell. I look forward to meeting you. You dirty dirty bitches.
Tittie sprinkles is a type of lubricious expletive used to describe a supererogatory situation. Used in extempore conversation, it could be used to describe very those which reside on the anterior of the mid-clavicular line, but are sexually dimorphic, that are copacetic. It would be used sine qua non with a funny situation, or in a milieu where a myelinated A delta fiber stimulates a nociceptor, either visceral or somatic. It first originated from a Shoe factory during which the proprietor ejaculated the word while in an encephalopathic delirium. Note: also used with prospicience for the latter definition of the aforementioned. Also can be used to abrogate a conversation that is an agonist for a Melatonin-1 Neuroreceptor.
"Oh, tittie sprinkles, I just tried to jump over a fucking water fountain!"
"Dude those tits on Carsi are tittie sprinkles!"
"Sometimes when I bake, in stead of sugar sprinkles, I prefer using tittie sprinkles, for a more sweet taste. Also, try strawberries."
A meaningless, unimpressive, self-serving introduction. An indicator that the story about to be shared will be pointless and dumb.
Back when I lived in upstate new york, I also had to park on the street - on two occasions, we got enough snow, mixed with just the right plowing, that my car was lifted off the ground from so much snow being jammed underneath it.
Sister: This meeting was to discuss the rough draft of my essay, where we discussed the subsidiary questions I added in my rough draft. We also discussed the relationship between my main title and the real-life situations I chose to use in my essay. We discussed the structure of my essay as well, specifically the Math AOK section and how it relates to the contradiction of the title. This second meeting was particularly helpful in discussing the implications of my essay claims and how to apply the title across various areas of knowledge. There were many sections of the essay that could have been cut down in wordiness and the ways of knowing required further and more in-depth analysis.
An absolutely foolproof way to keep minors from viewing content deemed "too mature" for them to watch.
Billy: "So I was trying to watch some videos for an M rated game, and I ran into an age gate, so I put in my realbirthday. SOMEHOW it managed to figure out that I am 12. CURSE YOU AGE GATE!!!"
Bill: "Fucking age gate! *quick scroll* THERE! I was born on January 1, 1904. Fuck you age gate."