the art of palm-to-palm warfare. the one that plays the sport has to be so fierce, boiling with fury. when the two hands of the gladiators meet, black holes appear out of no where. g-d’s awaken from their eternal slumber. even john cena cannot defeat the masters of palm-to-palm combat.
omg they’re playing ultimate patty cake! we must aleart the king and his guards! it is too danherous to play in the open!
king: guards, seize them!
a vehicle (particularly an aircraft or sp-cecraft) that can operate, will operate, or is operating without a human crew onboard. “today, the uncrewed dragon capsule delivered cargo to the international sp-ce station.”
too drunk to handle omg she’s tdth
- wall twerking
when you’re up on the wall shaking yo booty like miley “let’s go wall twerking like miley”
- w*nk f*ckup
when you’re watching p-rn, however pre orgasim, your hand either changes or loses grip or the video changes to a sh-t part. after -rg-s-m you regret that you did so as you feel you have wasted an opportunity. i hate it when you w-nk f-ckup, it’s so annoying!
- war pocket
an extremely large human mouth with breath that smells like explosives, teeth so jagged a hummer couldn’t make it thru, and enough metal to build a re-enforced grenade launcher. her war pocket made my manhood go from top of the line tube steak to shredded beef.