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To 'cup' a mans(or if your feeling really daring a womans)pectoral region. Accompanied by a high pitched squeel of the word "Cuppy". Especially enjoyable when directed at obese individuals as they have more to cup! This may result in the obese individual becoming angry (WARNING: Not responsible for any injuries sustained by the cuppying of fat, I mean rotund individuals. From the same family as the nipple cripple, and techinally assault!
Normal person: "CUPPY!" (cushioning the fat boys man-boob)
Fatty bumbum:"Go away..."(breaks down into to tears at the realisation he is a ugly hopless fat boy with no hope of suceeding in life, sexually or socially)
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When you feel a deep grumble from the mid-lower region of your stomach slowly work down your rectum, and out your asshole relasing a nice warm rush of air. You are so curious as to what that beautiful shit bubble smells like, you cup your hand in the shape of a "C" to just momentarily catch the stench in your hand, then you bring it to your face basking in all its glory.
Timmy: "Bro, last night I was sitting in bed butt naked with kind of a stomach ache, when all of the sudden this breaking wind realased from my poop shoot. I knew it was going to be a nutty one, so I reached down and cuppy farted myself."
Pen-Dog: "Was it worth it?"
Timmy: "Bro, it was the best cuppy fart I ever had."
Pen-Dog: "Aw, I wish I could smell"
Timmy: "Bro, cuppy farting is the best!"
The game of gods. Played only by those lucky children that get Monday 4th period off school, this game seperates the men from the boys. It is a round-by-round knockout football tournament, the team last to score booted from each round. During a game of Monday Cuppy, several groups of players seem to emerge;
1. The dirty bastards team. Usually Johnny and Kev. This team will complain for anything, hold the ball up, and be hard-done-by with every decision.
2. The tap-in team. Usually Nick K and Joe. Pair of fuckers. Score nothing but shit. Deserve to die.
3. The unknowns. The people who change team weekly. This team usually involves Swanny. Unskilled and uncontrolable, this team can produce both magic and manure. If you're a betting man - steer clear of this squad.
4. The Gods. This is my team. Unparalleled in their class. This team will score peach after peach. A dead cert.
5. The floaters. Usually Josso/Motion and James/Stewart. Not part of the football crew, these teams float in every monday, bring several unorthodox playing styles. James brings the class. Motion the passion. Josso the crazy diving headers and long-range bullets. Stewart, well, he's shaggin a 6th year so we'll let him off.
6. Andy-B. Complete farmer. He is backwards. Does not speak english. No one ever goes on a team with this person. Rightly so. He is prone to kicking the keeper in the head, screaming random sounds, trying FAR too hard, and blowing goats. He broke his hand last week. Hahahaha.
Lastly, the keeper, Tim, is key to the whole thing. He governs the whole sha-bang. He makes the most wonderfully SHIT decisions, and sometimes is biased towards the God's team. Dunno why. But i like it. He does not need glasses - he needs a basic understanding of football. Ach well, makes it funny. Rock on, Timbo.
'I won Monday Cuppy, yet again!'
'Andy-B has been banned indefinetly for attemtped beheading of Timbo'
'Ladbrokes stopped taking bets on whether or not Nick K would score a shit goal. Everyone knows he will.'
Timbo; 'Goal to Scroat'
Liam; 'Tim shut the fuck up'
Timbo; 'Okay, goal to Liam'
Liam; 'Good boy, have a sweetie'
John + Kev in chorus; 'HANDBALLLLL!'
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The tournament of kings. It features a teuchter who indulges in beastiality, a keeper who has the same refereeing capability as a dead weasel and large amount of cursing.
'Fuck! That's a pen!'
'He kneed him in the face!'
Weasel: 'I didn't see it but I'll give it anyway'
'It was teuchter!'
Weasel: 'Oh, no pen then'
Teuchter: 'Feck off! For fecks sake I'm off to feck a goat yous should all ????? me ????? ???? ?? nae fair!'
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Like Scottish football except better.
We can actually play... well some of us.
Liam outlines the majority of what can be said about this unbelievable spectacle. No doubt everyone in Maths during 4th period on a Monday will sit with their eyes glued to the window: albeit by Mrs. Copland for them not writing the notes!
It has more drama than all of those crap Aussie soaps added together and best of all, has the worst goalkeeper in existence... no, not Aberdeen's keeper, but the mighty Timbo. Can't catch a cold. Doesn't recognise a foul. Doesn't understand that a shot which goes in between the posts (which are beautifully constructed with bags and tend to be 2 ft wide), under the (imaginary) crossbar and over the line.. counts as a fecking goal.
Scott likes to whine and cry as he goes out first round every week thanks to dubious penalties awarded by Timbo against him (which happen to be the only penalties awarded by Timbo. Ever.)
Chuchter likes to whine and cry too yet is inaudible as he is an inbred farmer that no-one can make out a word he says so everyone takes it as speech of unimportance and carries on regardless.
Then there's Nick K. Poaching bastard!
Everyone else is fine and have been explained, again by Liam, above.
Monday cuppy has been cancelled for the first time. Ever! This occurs/occured (depends when you're reading this) on the 14th of March 2005. Reason: shitty guidance having S.E. then instead of Friday. Arseholes.
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When you cup your hand over your asshole to catch your fart so you can release it under your victims nose to ensure their full enjoyment.
Can also be thrown or blown at a person.
my husband was driving along and I saw him grab a cuppy cake. I was dodging and trying to get away but the grubby bastard blew it at me!!!
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A boiled egg that is placed in a egg holder.
That was a really tasty cuppy egg.
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