An alcohol beverage prepared with the intent of sexually/physically stimulating the person you intend to take home. The purpose of this beverage is to increase/guarantee oneβs chance of successful intercorse. The beverage may contain a substance to enhance or/and cancel the memory of sexual interaction.
I think someone gave me a Cosby cocktail last night because pissing like I had sex all night!
An indie style characterized by wearing tacky and blindingly multicolored sweaters (often from Goodwill or another thrift store), khakis, velvet sweatpants, etc. The goal is to imitate the look of the Huxtable family on the Bill Cosby Show. The tacky sweater is key.
Dude 1: Dang, look at that guy in the green, blue, orange, mauve, vermillion, and chartruese wool sweater.
Dude 2: Is that Coogi?
Dude 1: No man, it's Cosby Coutoure.
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Inserting one's penis rectally, and proceeding to rub the tip of one's phallus around female's lips in a swab-like fashion. Preferably while wearing a thick, goofy, uncoordinated sweater while holding a sandwich, to emphasize the Cosby effect.
The green/brown shade of her upper lips indicated to me she was an expert in the art of the Cosby Swab. She made me drop my hoagie.
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Or simply The Cosbys, used as a euphemism for shit. Often in conjunction with a similar euphemism for toilet - the pool
I'll be back in a bit, gotta drop the Cosby kids off at the pool.
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aka cardi b, stems from the fact that she used to drug people like bill cosby
omg i think shes gonna pull a cosby b on him
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I turned on he tv and much to my horror there was the Dirty Cosby!
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Named after the demon spawned from the lovemaking of Bill Cosby and Chris-Chan, the Cosby Chandler is the act of slipping a roofie into an elderly woman's orange cream soda and God knows what happens next.
This act is so vile, legend has it that you'll face the combined sentences of both Bill Cosby and Chris-Chan. You will meet Cosby Chandler himself as he dwells in your cell, spouting nonsense about Fat Albertichu the Hedgehog and pickle-flavored puddin' pops to no end as you die from sheer brain rot. This is only if you're lucky enough to not develop dementia and accept his creepy concoctions.
Never allow Cosby Chandler in a geriatric home. He serves the grossest drinks with the most vile intentions.