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To be 'pacoed' is to be in the presence of someone who has just made a completely unintelligible statement, resulting in your confusion and complete lack of understanding.
Also, 'pacoed' refers to a state of complete pointlessness.
Ravi was left 'pacoed' after Richard had called him at work. Again.
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To release gas from one's rectum (fart) in front of an automated sliding door like those found at entrances and exits of grocery stores, so that when the door opens and a breeze rushes in, on-comers will be hit directly in the olfactory system (nose - sense of smell) by one's 'stink'.
Jay farted in front of the doors at the Soccer Centre last night and when Joyce walked out through the doors, his 'stink' hit me like a 'shit mallet'.
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Internal Loss Prevention is a euphemism or a 'dressing up' of the very unpopular and much maligned security guard role.
Meat: I'm in Internal Loss Prevention.
Paco: Securiteeeeee! Hahahaha
Ravi: I'm buying your ass a detective kit for your birthday!
Meat: Remember a little thing called Rome?
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The Earnhardt is a sexual tactic that involves the tight rolling-up of a Dale Earnhardt souvenier T-Shirt, inserting one end into a woman's vagina and the other into her rectum, in equal proportions. Once completely inserted at both ends, so that only a fraction of shirt is showing from vagina to anus, the exposed fabric is pinched and held tightly. The woman is then instructed to lay flat on the carpet, legs wide open and pull herself forward. As she does this, she slowly removes the shirt from within her as it is being firmly held and eventually brings herself to climax.
A derivative of this is "The Angry Earnhardt" where after removal, the other party proceeds to whip the woman's back with the vaginal secretion and fecal matter soaked t-shirt.
After the Daytona 500 I took MaryBeth-Anne to the trailer and gave her an The Earnhardt. She lurved it.
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A goat whose surrogate mother was a crocodile that felt guilty about eating the goatling's mother, thus allowing the little goatling to suckle on it's croc-teets and raising it as one of it's own... ...and the Crocagoat was born.
*Derived from the Arseblog Arsecast Episode 78, "The Sacking..."
I drank the blood of a crocagoat to cure my ailments and to renew my mojo.