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When you and your partner get on the front lawn fully naked and get into the wheelbarrow position. You then pull their arms behind their back so their face is dragging on the ground. You then insert your genitalia into their genitalia and proceed to spin around like a Beyblade, giving them grass-burn.
I gave Susan the ol' Russian-Death Mower last night. It made her look like a sexy Grinch.
When a Sheila is giving a bloke a good ol’ jimmy. She might turn into a rolling dervish and attack his dingo.
Crikey mate, she gave me a Colorado Death Roll! And I still can’t feel me jimmy three days later!
Any kind of rough treatment. For example, shaking a baby
This guy gave me a wedgie so I gave him the Death Metal Treatment in return.
Similar to the ancient Chinese slow form of torture, except more acknowledging that shagging 1000 gineys will both invariably take considerable time and leave the consumer with an array of diseases that will almost certainly lead to death. What a way to go though.
Babs: ‘What do you think would be the most cruel and unusual form of torture to use on Elton John?’
BD: ‘death by a thousand cunts would be nightmare fuel for that old crafty, surely?’
Babs: ‘cunts as in vaginas?’
BD: ‘Jesus Christ Babs, you schwantz. Yes, ‘cunts’ as in vaginas. What the fuck is wrong with you?’
Making a menstruating woman deep-throat your dick so far causing her to vomit. Then, immediately inserting the dick in her anus (using the vomit as lube) for sex, pulling out and then putting your penis in her vagina to continue sex, and finally pulling out your dick now saturated in vomit, shit, and menstrual fluid and inserting it back into the anus for ejaculation and leaving her with an anal creampie with all of the above.
Throwjob + Butt Fuck + Crimson Tide + Anal Creampie in that order = Attacking the Death Star
Bro: "How'd that Tinder date go last night with that thottie?
Friend: "I spent the night attacking the death star and she was all into it.
A steaming pile of foul shit.
Damn! Don't go to the restroom, I just dropped a dead death rocker.
Son: Hey, when's Dad's free trial of death going to be over?
Mom: Sigh, why can't you just call it sleep, like a normal person?