when you laugh so hard that you flail your arms around randomly, thereby spilling your pop all over your keyboard. killing by dad ensues
g-dd-mnit i spilled pop on the keyboard now my dad is gonna f-ck-ng kill me
a naked bald guy jumping while his d-ck spins. some people say its meatspin v2. its hard to close so watch out.! david: hey dani go to porkspin.com daniel: this is not like meatspin.com david: of course not.! daniel: wtf is this! paul: haha pwnd.! porkspin.com: you spin mw right round.! paul: try to close […]
an over abundace of p-rn. jerry has a virtual p-rnacopia under his bed. an object or place that contains untold ammounts of p-rn. “erik’s computer is a p-rnacopia.”
donkeys that are part of the hard core p-rn industry. she trains p-rnkeys.
- p*rn poetry
describing any s-xual activity by using word play, colorful adjectives, or eloquent comparisons. “when she gives me head; it’s the softest, most amazing feeling ever. it’s like putting my c-ck in a magic bag filled with warm silk and puppy ears.” “dude that’s some serious p-rn poetry.”
- portable sandwich fabricator
your hands. i’m feeling like a sandwich, i got beef and bread, instead of asking my woman, i’ll just use my hands instead. portable sandwich fabricator: enjoy it.