A jockular, uniquely masculine state of mind induced by binging on alcoholic drinks in a patriarchal social environment, resulting in extremely aggressive behaviour towards both people and objects.
U wot?? U fackin' cunt!! I'm fackin' cuntfaced tonite I fackin' tell thee, u cunt!! Now get the fackin' beers in!!
Gentleman:
Ra ra ra... absolutely... oh and Darling, could you tell Lady Beldeviere I can't make dinner at the estate tonight? I'm getting cuntfaced with the chaps from the Country Club, don't you know what-what.
Lady:
Sweetheart, I don't quite understand that appalling term...
Gentleman:
Just run along now dear.
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The sticky, gelatin substance that remains around female genitalia after sexual intercourse. What was once simply clunge juice turns into clunge pastry by a process similar to the way iron rusts: oxidisation.
It is believed that in some nations, clunge pastry is seen as an edible delicacy, particularly when spread over some toast with a bit of jam.
Warning: clunge pastry sticks in your pubes.
Bill: How was Cecilia last night?
Ted: The sex was good, snuggling wasn't bad, but I'm still trying to get her clunge pastry out of my sheets - take a look <shows Bill>
Bill: Dude that's fucking disgusting!!
Ted: Dude!! I know!!
Leonardo da Vinci: Iron rusts from disuse, water loses its purity and becomes stagnant... even so does clunge pastry sap the vigour of the penis
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