Metaphorical repositories where you store your humiliation.
The man hid his ignominy well, deep inside his shame sacks.
No Shame James is a posh, gay, cross eyed, twat of a human being. You can often see him prancing around like fairy, especially in Matalan.
A parking ticket, particularly one in a bright orange envelope, often found under windshield wipers on cars parked at university campuses and busy cities.
If you don't feed the meter when you park, there might be an orange envelope of shame on your windshield when you get back.
LPT: remove wiper blades from your car so the meter maid can't leave you an orange envelope of shame.
When a christian comes home from college without a husband/wife.
Bro: Dude, are you going to your families house for the summer?
Dude: No bro, I'm super nervous
Bro: Why dude?
Dude: They're gonna give me a christian walk of shame
Bro: O shit
1. Masturbating with tranquillity until you finish, then you feel immediate shame for jerking off/ jerking in (if female)
2. Jerking off the something that gives you shame (Hentai, loli porn, BDSM)
Man 1: Hey dude, I think I had a Shame Jerk yesterday. Everything was going good until I finished and then I realized jerking off to loli porn is not ok!
Man 2: same thing happens to me when I bust, except I always feel shame for doing such a disgraceful act while looking at a picture of my sister
The act of, in your mind, shaming the vehicle in lane 3 of a 4-lane motorway (when there’s no other traffic) by overtaking them and immediately with no indication pulling in to lane 1. Whilst passing, give them the Look of Shame, the one that says “You can’t drive, you cockgibbon, and you’re probably in lane 3 because you have a third puffy nipple.”
- How was your drive to London?
- There was a right cockgibbon in a turquoise van, sat in lane 3, tweaking sommat.
- Did you give ‘em a decent Lane Shaming?
- Fam, I Lane Shamed ‘em to the n-th level of Hell… Aldershot.
When a guy masturbates without any tissues for cleanup, so he has to sadly wipe the resultant semen on the side of the bed closest to the wall after he’s done with his stroke session.
I forgot that I didn’t bring any toilet paper into my bedroom last night, I was forced to do the wipe of shame.