A Buffalo Blizzard is when you are doing a chick; and when you're about to blow your load, you stand behind a running fan and release your spunk into the back of the fan, so your hot jizz will blizzard onto her. Much like a snowstorm in Buffalo.
I gave that chick a Buffalo Blizzard last night, it was all over her!
When a guy jacks off into his own hairy belly button for someone to drink it out of
Cum drink from my Buffalo cup
That’s the furriest Buffalo cup that I’ve ever seen
When you’re doing it raw and you slide a vibrater in her ass just before or during climax.
Dude, I just tried the Thunder Buffalo trick my buddy gave me and now she won’t return my calls.
A large and annoying woman. Can be more cunt or more buffalo. If she's very fat and very annoying, can be classified as a "full blown cunt buffalo".
"Dude do you see that fat chick?!"
"Yea man, I talked to her. She's a full blown cunt buffalo!"
"Last night I was hitting on a cunt buffalo. To my credit though, she was more cunt than buffalo."
"Looks like Joe's going cunt buffalo hunting tonight. We gotta help a brotha out!"
A beard which can only be described by the sense of awesome it bestows upon its viewer.
A majestic feat of manhood, which all men want and all women crave.
"John, look at that buffalo beard, I wish I could grow a beard like that..."
"By than mans buffalo beard a drink, he is a god amongst men"
" Shelley, take you knickers off, look at that buffalo beard that just walked in."
Noun: male frontal flowing flatulence while sitting, thus resulting in the jostling of the male members, ie.. "buffalo", leading to the rumble of the "thunder".
Eating a hearty Mexican meal the night before, combined with the tight fitting jeans of today's roadtrip, Steve could not help but release the Buffalo Thunder wrath on every person riding with him in the car.
The placement of buffalo wing sauce into the female reproductive organ, then performing vaginal sex and ejaculating into the sauce. Afterwards, stand over a tray of uncooked wings and drizzle the concoction onto the wings. Cook to perfection at 420 degrees for 20 mins and serve.
My girlfriends parents thought the wings tasted weird. Little did they know we used the buffalo marry technic.