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Used by women to gain power and/or humilate male friends and colleagues by the art of making perfectly normal men turn in to delusional idiots when they think the cock teaser actually has been wanting sex with them.
The magnitude of the effect is directly proportional to the time spent being teased and/or your position within the organisation
"That bitch has lead me on for weeks! And I told her the plans for our management restructure!"
"What a cock teasing you've had!"
The phrase women use when they want to hear your heart actually break.
Often said after weeks of cock teasing.
For maximum effect, normally said when you think you are just about to get in her knickers but she is just about to walk out and get in a taxi with some better looking, fitter, richer guy, infront of all of you work mates.
"Oh I am sorry. I didn't realise you felt that way. You know we could never be anything more than colleagues. Lets just be friends"
*dull snap*
"oh?"
The sort of thing neds say to one another make themselves sound hard
See youse, ure oll gonna get cunted!
Aw man, I wiz cunted at the weekend
Bill Clinton looked down at his favourite intern eating his mancumber
Ever organisation has somewhere that is a real shitty posting. The hostile staff dont work, the city is a crack infested unemployment hellhole, and there is a union rep which attempts to eat managers alive.
Your boss will tell you it's charcter building; he means it will make or break you and everyone else he has sent there has gone AWOL or got out on a Section 8.
-Did you here about Dave?
-No, what's wrong? Didnt he get promotion and moved to Dunfermline?
-Yeah, he is off sick with stress
-Poor guy, imagine getting a Tour of 'Nam
-Let's phone him up and shout "Hey Handjob, Charly's in the wire!"
Doesnt have to be the ugliest person in the club but it describes the woman (or man) who you ask home at 1.50am, hence "10 -2- 2 (ten minutes to 2 am), when all else has failed on the romance front.
Usually not the sort of person you would go for, but sometimes you strike lucky.
Often the remark "Get your jacket, you've pulled" is made at some point.
"Right lads, this is getting bad. That bird I have been chatting up all night has vanished and I need a jump. I'm off to find a 10-2-2"
"Dont go near the Hypocrocogryph, you'll need a plank across your arse!"
Irn-Bru. Caffine high, sugar laden fruit flavoured soda very popular in Scotland.
Predominately drank on the West coast and affectionately refered to as "ginger" although this is universally mis-atributed to the bright orange colour (hence irn-bru)
Excellent for a buckfast hangover.
Bad for teeth and hyperactivity
(Scene: Glaswegian with travel pass from HMP Saughton at newsagent inside Waverly Railway Station, Edinburgh)
Aw man, ma hied is gieing me pelters. Do you hae any "ginger"?
"Ginger"? Do you mean Irn-Bru?
Aye
Well, learn to speak english, you soap dodging weegie ned, and I might sell you some.