An Alabama custard musket is the act of having anal sex with your sister, cousin, aunt, or mother, and ejaculating into their rectum. Once this has been achieved, lay on your back, with the female participant squatting over you. She then farts out her man-custard frosted stink nuggets at you at alarmingly high velocity while screaming "the South shall rise again!" as you try to dodge the hailstorm of custard frosted butt bullets.
Oh dang man, my cousin Bobby-Jean Billy Joe Bob Possum Dog gave me the worst Alabama Custard Musket. It was so bad even Mountain Dew wouldn't wash it out of my mullet.
A California snowball fight arises when hobos take turns throwing hand-formed balls of fresh-squeezed, or old feces at each other, unsuspecting bystanders, pets, indiginous wildlife, and pretty much anything within throwing range. There are no victors in this game, only very smelly and very pissed off victims.
It is such a common occurrence that the State once considered sanctioning a legitimate sports league for it, but during the testing phase, a new and rampant strain of hepatitis -now called hepatitis Q- broke out, and everyone's TVs were also stolen.
Oh man, I got caught in the crossfire of a California snowball fight, and now I have the worst case of pink-eye EVER! Where the hell is my TV!!!
A San Francisco pillow fight consists of a group of skinny-jean and scarf wearing dudes taking turns flogging each other with their yam bags. The victor is determined by whomever can withstand the most scrotes without blowing their nut guppies all over the place.
Oh man, I was involved in the most intense San Francisco pillow fight, the other day. By the end of it, it looked like a Cinnabon store exploded!