Any and all muscles that are bulging or well-defined from sexual activity, typically the biceps.
Me: Did you see the size of his biceps? That's hot - his chest too.
Her: Those are some damn fine sex muscles.
A woman who stays at home while her husband is drinking Budweiser at the bar.
Me: I thought you were coming over?
Him: Sorry I went to the bar for some beers.
Me: I'm tired of being a Budweiser Widow
When you're a working mom and you have to be sure that every kid gets to practice, gets their homework done, and goes to play dates with friends. Managing all of it makes you feel like an overworked cruise director.
I'm so exhausted all the time, but for other people. I feel like a cruise director getting everyone to where they need to be.
Due to either convenience or zoning, the section of the suburb where services for the end of life occur in rapid succession leading to an Undertakers' Alley
Me: Boy, this intersection is depressing. Make a right turn, and you're at the hospital, and a left turn goes straight into the cemetery. If things don't work out at the hospital, you can just haul the bodies across the street.
Him: Don't forget the two funeral homes and assisted living centers on this stretch.
Me: It's an Undertakers' Alley.
Close quarters syndrome is when you develop feelings for a co-worker that you probably would've never liked if you didn't spend so much time with them. Be careful, it's easy to snagged by a narcissist with close quarters syndrome.
I don't know what I ever saw in that guy. He was my manager. It must've been close quarters syndrome.
The sidewinder special is that one night of the week that you get to hook up for sex with a guy that has a particularly large cock.
Her: So what did you do last night?
Them: I had the sidewinder special last night!
Her: Nice!
That one guy or girl that is always sitting at the counter at your local bar or diner, is a counter creeper.
Me: So that dude Jim asked me out.
Him: He asks everyone out, he's a counter creeper.