by Shakesmear May 08, 2022

Lady Isabella bid me invite. “Lambkin, put down thy grossmesser and crease my gown” she said softly. “I believe you err, me lady. Thou yearnth me blade. Thou have it!” said I. We banged so hard the UPS guy heard us.
by Shakesmear May 18, 2022

Mellisa accused me of checking out her bff. While she was in middle of her tirade I answered her with courageous flatulence. She was left stunned, disgusted. The conversation concluded, the day won.
by Shakesmear May 11, 2022

A strong shudder resulting in an arm flail. Typically used in reference to taking a strong liquor shot.
by Shakesmear May 13, 2022
