Another term for a boob/breast/bazoinga
"I had your mother's nipple neighborhoods in my mouth last night, sucka!!!"
The protruding stub found on the upper surface of blocks of Lego and its imitations. Especially painful when you step on one at night.
"Jesus Fuck! I'm going to kill that kid!"
"What happened?"
"I just impaled my foot on a Lego's agony nipple! That kid is dead meat!"
Boy: he mum I wont a puppy for xmas
Mum: im allergic you goat nipple
Evidence of domestication throughout Turkey circa 9500 bc led to a traditional incorporation of this versatile legume into middle eastern culture as a culinary staple.
Owing to its obvious physical appearance of a petite areolar, initial naming of the nipple bean was purportedly focused on subduing sexual urgency of Iranian men, who at the time were widely known for a generous slow cooked meat diet, lacking any fibrous input.
This had an immediate impact on teenage frustrations between sexes, complimented by a marked improvement in digestive health.
To promote marital modesty, the nipple bean would later be crushed and prepared as a paste, known today as hummus.
Moe-G: I can’t stand nipple beans in my casserole!
Moe-F: Dont you mean chickpeas?
Moe G: Yes, the beans with the nipple, those ones.
When your hoe of a friend jumps from fandom to fandom after a week of stanning them, they are considered a nipple jumper.
One Week Ago:
Hoe of a Friend - "I love The 100 so much, let's just talk about how it's the greatest fandom EVER!
Next Week:
Hoe of a Friend - "God damn it! The 100 is so fucking lame, this is why I only like Super Girl!"
Me - "Fuck you, god damn cunt. You NIPPLE JUMPER!"
A hug where one hugger rubs nipples with the other's nipples. Can involve a horizontal shimmy if the huggers are approx the same height
Kara: why are you wiggling all over your boyfriend Natasha?
Natasha: because nipple hugs feel amazing!
A proportionate and lively nipple that sits beautifully while unassumingly on ones frame. The Humble Nipple exudes power, demands respect, and is both pretty and happy.
Ms. Anderson's humble nipples were just barely pressing through her tank top this morning, to the joy and acknowledgement of her 8th grade pottery class.