Relative-Humidity

Relative-Humidity (Rel-a-tiv Hue-mid-uh-Tee)

1. noun the amount of water vapor present in air expressed as a percentage of the amount needed for saturation at the same temperature.

2. adjective the measurement of saturation that is greater than or equivalent to the sweat you are profusely precipitating from your ball sack expressed as an percentage in your cousins ass where it has accumulated

1. (e.g.: The Alabama weather man said "Cross state you gonna see a hella-high chance of hunded pa cent Relative-humidity.")

2. (e.g.: The Alabama weather man said "Cross state you gonna see a hella-high chance of hunded pa cent Relative-humidity.")

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relative humidity

when someone is getting it on physically with one of their relative.

Leave my cousin and I alone in a room for 5 minutes and the relative humidity will get so high our pants get all wet.

Relative Humidity

Is the sweet dripping off your balls, while you are banging your first cousin.

Do I really need to put Relative Humidity in a sentence?

co-distant-relative-in-law

Spouse's distant-relative's spouse.

Co-distant-relative-in-law.

relative-without-designation-in-law

1- Relative-without-designation's spouse.
2- Spouse's relative-without-designation.

Relative-without-designation-in-law (RWD-in-law).

co-relative-without-designation-in-law

Spouse's relative-without-designation-in-law's spouse.

Co-relative-without-designation-in-law (co-RWD-in-law).

Relative triple cheeseburger

A general name given to inspirational family members. It is often thought to represent cousins. It encapsulates all that is great about cousins. They are family, but not so significantly close in relation that one would be overly offended about insults directed towards them. Particularly, the triple cheeseburger component highlights the meaty undercarriages of many, as well as, identifying how deliciously inspiring many of these cousins are. It has been rumoured that they can become the muse of others to create beautiful works of art (eg poetry).

Big dog: Yo homie. What’s crackin? How’s that relative triple cheeseburger of yours doing.
Bernie: You know how I do. I be tryin to keep that meat in its package. But it ain’t easy.

Big dog: Aight. You do you. But check this dope poem about your relative triple cheeseburger

‘Roses are red
Bernies cousins in heat
So he went down south
To pump in his meat’