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The most heinous act of participating in sexual congress with one's own sister and mother.
Virgil, I tell ya I really had a helluva time last Saturday night! I was out in the barn going at it, bumpin nasties all hot and heavy with my sister Tootsie Sue and outta nowhere here comes mama bustin up in to there hollerin'.... "Hells bells lookie here!!! Y'all are sho nuff "stirring the stanky sludgepot and done gone and left me out! No matter, help me pull off my muck boots, we can still get this un across the finish line!"
Now Virgil, that was my first Hillbilly 3 Way but it ain't gonna be my last! I figger I'm a ready for big city livin now!!!
A threesome consisting 3 men who have diarrhea poop with the consistency of Detroit-style chilli.
Marco: Hey Ben, I heard that you, Steve, and Jacob had a chilli 3-way last week.
Ben: Yeah it was awesome 😌
Yup --- cancer-sticks are once again a much-frowned-upon commodity in society, just as they were shown to have been "way back when" in da old "Virginia Slims" magazine-advertisements.
Maybe it is indeed true dat, "You've come a long way --- er --- full-circle, Baby!" as far as cigarettes' being a sign of feminine independence --- let's hope dat it can also mean dat ladies can feel "independent" of tobacco, as well.
When two older men at the dog track who have major gambling addictions lose and decide to tag team a 10 dollar prostitute who is busted as hell.
Jimmy and Clinton lost their entire $274.62 life savings on lazy lightning (the grey hound at 10-1), so they say Recoba, the cheapest Ho in Cincinnati. So they borrow $10 from Rob and they give her a Cincinnati 3-Way behind the dumpster.
3 dudes
I love cincinnati football and having a cincinnati 3 way after.
it means that you are the most fruitiest nigga out there thats offended by literally everything.
*hitler's great grandson walks out his door*
Belfry Way Nigga: KILL HIM HIS GREAT GRANDPA'S A RACIST!!!*
hitler's grandson : you ish za belfry way nigger for reel!!
A type of love that isn’t romantic or platonic. It’s simply too strong of a connection for words to describe. Only call it a Hoen Bag connection if you mean it.
We’re Hoen Bags. We’re Twin Hoen Bags, and we can’t even spend a day without each other. We care about each other in the Hoen Bag way.