An odour that is left behind by stench.
Sharon: âwtf is that evil fragrance? Itâs melted the glue on my eyelashesâ
Craig: âcalm your farm Sharon. Thatâs just a Sheridan. Youâre lucky that you werenât here an hour ago when mum snapped a grogan.
A style of ladies leisure wear trousers, made to emphasise the feminine flapular region.
Dad: Sharon, those trousers make your crotch look like a mattress that has been folded in half.
Sharon: I know, right? They are absolutely flapulicious, huh?
Dad: when you have worn them for a week, can I boil them to make soup?
Looking forward to it, but sharting in your dacs at the same time
Sharon soon realised that her decision to wear her white flapulicious trousers was a mistake. She was so nervocited about meeting Craigâs parents that she leaked gravy from her whispering eye
Maximising the enjoyment of putting things off, hopefully forever.
Sharon: âAre you ever gonna get around to actually bathing, you rancid soap dodger?â
Craig: âwill you please stop clattering on Sharon? Iâm busy doing procrasturbation, and youâre kinda killing the moodâ
Totally unnecessary environmental pollution from drama queens & queeneses.
Hey Sharon, whatâs with all the fuckaboutery?
Sharon : âidk. Itâs there every day when I wake up, and I donât think I can live without it. Your glass needs a doily btw, and we are going to Bunnings soon to choose paint to update the letterbox?â