plum rump

A bootie so juicey looking it reminds
you of a plum

That chick had a plum rump worth nutting
over!

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Plum Fuck

Having a/your penis in a womans vagina while simultaneously having your testicles lodged in her anus.

See also keeping the dog in the bathtub

OH MY GOD! That guy has his dick in her twat, and balls in her ass! What a Plum Fuck!

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Plum Bob

The act of a woman performing fellatio on a man while he is sitting on a toilet defecating.

Bitch, I don't care if smells like the fart of a raccoon with colon cancer, get on yo knees and gobble this knob while I squeeze out the remnants of your hastily prepared lasagna.

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plum tug

Noun. The act of pulling the scrotum down quickly in order to inflict maximum pain. Can refer to a defensive move used by sex workers, or may be a figurative expression to describe the effect of a slight or insult on the recipient.

Suzanne really gave Michael the old plum tug when she dumped him in front of everybody at the dance.
-or-
Sensing that Michael was about to grab her hair, Suzanne got her hand in position to perform a plum tug. He got the hint and put his hand back behind him.

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Prof. Plum

A Clue (the board game) reference to purple.

First wide-spread use was following the release of the "Jimmy: A world of Warcraft Story."

Real life applications are generally discouraged.

I scored some mad prof. plum's last night in BT.

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Thumb in the plum

While having Doggystyle sex with your significant other you place your thumb in her asshole. There for placing "The Thumb in the Plum."

Jill was riding my ass all day about the chores I hadn't gotten to yet, so when we had sex later that night I put "The thumb in the plum."

plum bread

You know that feeling when your friend buys or makes you something that you honestly… hate. You know, for example if you best friend came along and offered you some expensive plum bread that they bought with their own money; there’s no way you could turn that down. You hate it, but you eat it. Each bite offers a strange texture that simply does not cut the mustard. Well, at least not effectively or efficiently for that matter. And probably with the wrong knife too!

Your friend, believing you love plum bread, buys another fucking loaf. You can’t go back now; you can't say you don’t like it otherwise they might think you’re some kind of retard. You then scoff down another loaf.

Anyway, you’re in too deep now and you can’t take back what you've said. The situation is very grave, and you have but one option. You slip out the knife you always carry around for situations like these.

“What’s that for buddy?” they say with a cheerful tone.

You slowly but surely push it into his neck.

“Ow,” he says before dying.

As if to answer your pleas, Batwhale floats over the top of your friend’s house, which may as well be yours now. He lets a gush of milk out as he moans “Milk is good for your boooones.”
You cheer and pray and eat it all up; every last drop. Now this cuts the mustard. You feel fulfilled and may never need to eat again. Your life is complete and Dorudon is your savior.

"Do you want some plum bread john?"
"Oh god! Not again!"