This is very simple people. Imagine a sauerbraten, but smelly and with the consistency of any of the following:
-Cheesecake
-Kit Kat bars
-a human finger
-etc (not too hard, not too soft)
Now picture this substance coming out of a homo-erectus' naughty spot (the bung cavity / choco-puddin' zone / rectum / sphinctrum-oreolis).
Finally, imagine this object smelling somewhat like a horse's baby-making-area. If one is unfamiliar with this scent, simply take a whiff after you go choco-potty (dropping the yong'uns off at le pool).
This, my friends, is Rectum Cake
Jordan: 'Mitchell, what's that smell?'
Jesse: 'Yeah it stinks'
Nolan: 'Mitchell tell me you didn't just-'
Mitchell: 'Yep, I made Rectum Cake! Dig in!'
Nolan: Why did you ruin my carpet ?!?!
Michael the Happy Squirrel left the presence of Mitchell due to the spliffage of his Rectum Cake.
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(V.) A sexual act where a man ejaculates onto another mans balls then after its slightly dried, licks it off.
Peter gave Chuck some caked balls to suck on.
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Tori-Cakes is a scene kid from Manchester. Well known for her stunning eyes and amazhing hair. She has a unique style and somewhat defining personality.
"Ohmigawd did you see Tori-Cakes in her bbycks shirt"
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Dump caking is the act of pooping in a cake dish and baking it. Common as a form of retribution.
Person1: "Dude, wtf is that smell?!?"
Person2: "I broke up with my girlfriend and she shit in my oven"
Person1: "Wow, that's a nasty dump caking!"
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When a guy is with a girl and can't answer his phone.
Don't bother calling him, he's off cup caking.
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Hot cakes are not pancakes they are ass cheeks. Yep you heard it here boys and girls hot cakes are ass cheeks that most people don't have but think they do.
Black girl :omg I have a huge hot cakes right Claire?
Claire: uhhh no not at all Maddie I have hugh hot cakes.
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a person you love dearly who has somehow crippled him/herself. (I.e broke there leg)
(on the phone)Sally:Bobby you have to come get me i broke my leg snowboarding, im at the hospital
Bobby: k ill b right there
~bobby to sally: Hey, hows my cripple cake !?
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