When you go out with your best friend and another person comes along, that extra person is the (STW or Stew) squeaky third wheel. You and your best friend are the well-oiled, smooth-going rear wheels of the "tricycle" and since the other party is not as close as the two of you are, they say and do things that throw a wrench in your plans or irritate and cause friction.
Do we have to invite the Squeaky Third Wheel? I'd rather just go with only you. Stew can be a little bossy.
wheels is metaphorically used for work, get back to wheels means get back to work
I should get back on wheels, I have wasted too much time
The Macintosh version of the Blue Screen of Death. 1/264,000 as likely to happen.
I clicked and clicked but to no avail, the mouse cursor remained the rotating wheel of death.
When you drive with your buttcheecks and your asshole touches the steering wheel
Wes definitely used the stinky cheese wheel to get home
The cardio of choice of pigeon simps. They're on it all day, every day, wasting their time, money and lives for mediocre pussy they usually never get. No wonder they're so skinny.
I was on the hamster wheel of pussy till I let a tranny suck me off and learned we're all a little bi and now I like to fuck women who beg for my dick when it's not dominating some big muscled submissive dudes like Buck Angel.
a butchy lesbian on a motorbike
that two wheeled twat almost had an uh-oh