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The act of replacing or mistaking anal lubrication with hair removal wax.
I was so drunk last night I ended up performing a brazilian southern thunder!
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n. Warm weather snack, highly efficient anti-boredom tool.
Take one of the ready-mixed packages of Kool-Aid lemonade and sink the entire package in a pitcher of water. The higher concentration, the better. After all the Kool-Aid dissolves, get a bottle of lemon juice concentrate. Add as much as you feel like, a lot or a little, it really doesn't matter. After you stir that in for awhile, pour the mix into an icecube tray, cover it in saran wrap, and put toothpicks in each one, making poverty sicles. The end result will be a sickeningly sweet lemonade popsicle.
However, you don't have to use lemonade mix, or even the ready-made Kool-aid packages. You can use any flavor, just so long as you get the sugar right (or wrong, depending). I recommend a minimum of 10 packets if you're going to go that route, then fill the pitcher about halfway and add as much sugar as the water will hold. Test, correct where needed.
Tyler drew the short straw and had to test the first batch of Thunder Bastard Poverty Sicles. He took one lick and about went into sugar shock.
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Biggest of all bitches and cunts alike. Stuck up or woman / girl whom is so full of ones own shit cause they have a twat and look semi decent.
cunt: you are such a loser... noone likes you.
MAN: and your a Tornado Swirling Thunder Cunt!
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The art of smearing your own shit on toast and wrapping it in tin foil before putting it in a microwave on high with a baby duck in a crowded hot tub.
The party was a bust we lost 6 people to a Sweedish Thunder Bucket.
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My lightning conceived was I
The stars above became my eyes
Overgelmer flows in my veins
My hair the mist across the never ending nameless lake
By womb of soil, the moist of dew
Born when sun was high, the day was new
And the raven soared high up in clear sky
The lamb will speak to you, when your heart is pure
And you were made by
Mother Earth, Father Thunder
This heart winged, I am eagles son
Through storm and syite, untouched, it is pounding on
This sword, forged in fire and ice
The runes that trail its blade can be seen but by my two eyes
As if written in the snow, the lies, shall melt away
By the wheel of sun to cross the sky this day
Shadows may lay heavy upon the earth
But the truth, cut deep in stone, will last
Till the heavens comes tumbling down upon this world
Mother Earth, Father Thunder
either the first name you can think of when calling eachother names, or rosie o'donnell. the nastiest pussy you could ever find besides a blue waffle.
ex1:
you: hey see that horse thumping thunder cunt on tv
friend: yeah bro shes nasty as fuck
ex2:
friend: fuck you whore!
you: eat shit! you horse thumping thunder cunt!
When you eat a New York steak for dinner then after you eat a girl out and because of how bad it smells, you throw up in her pussy. So you caused a New York Thunder Storm in her pussy.
Last night I caused a New York Thunder Storm in bed and my girlfriend dumped me 30 minutes after.