When the belly button rule fails because she is an "outie."
Patrick: Cheryl had me go down on her, but I puked when I caught a whiff of her trap button.
Dustin: What the fuck is a trap button?
Patrick: It's when you can't tell she's a whore because she's an "outie" and never wears clothing that exposes her belly. You think it's kosher until you're south of the border.
A person who has a cramp in there neck from pushing the button on their phone while playing online slots!
How does she get a Button Neck from playing on the phone ?
the button you click to get more clout tokings
John: hit my clout button bruh
Tim: why?
John: don't you know you'll get more clout tokens
Stop sign button twisty stick holder. : ahhhh.. A
God damn Bolt?!!
Good day to you sir and or ma'am! Say, would you mind handing me one of those stop sign button twisty stick holders please? I'm trying to fasten these two items together and merge them as one through this drilled hole. I just pass the stop sign button twisty stick holder through the hole and they merge as one
Khaki is a creamy brown colour and button refers to a butt hole.
During a night of anal sex he came in my butt so much that I’ll have a khaki button for weeks.
Noun. Describes the visible hole of the human female in which stool is passed. It is used interchangably with "asshole," "fart box," or "turd cutter." However, the crazy button more specifically refers to the female of the species, and describes the inevitable dynamic in a relationship involving at least 1 female whose asshole receives oral sex from their partner, and subsequently the receiving female begins to act irrational and obsessive about their partner following this event. From this point forward in the relationship, the giver of the oral sex-asshole session has now activated the crazy button and must exercise caution, especially if the giver is a male. Jail is a usual consequence of crazy-button activation.
Walksontop gives advice to younger generation: "Look, if you lick her asshole, you're going to jail. You do that, and they all of a sudden turn crazy, wanting to smell your dick and shit. It's their crazy-button."
Richard goes to leave for the store, but Helen blocks the door
"WHERE ARE YOU GOING?!" Helen shouts.
"Just going to the store, Jesus Christ. Walksontop was right. I hit your crazy-button, didn't I? Fuck, I'm going to jail." Richard exclaimed.
"Yes, you did. Now let me smell your DICK!" Helen demanded.
A sexual act wherein a man ejaculates in several discrete blobs from just below a woman’s navel straight upwards to just above her breasts, resembling the buttons on the coat of an admiral’s uniform.
Guy A: Did I tell you about my Tindr hookup?
Guy B: No, but since you’re bringing it up, I’m guessing you gave her The Admiral’s Buttons!
Guy A: Yep — the double-breasted version!
Alternatively…
Girl A: I let Tucker give me The Admiral’s Buttons last night.
Girl B: That was 12 hours ago and you still haven’t washed it off, you skank!