Using the head as a bowling ball for penetration🍑
“No Berty, anything but the Juicy Goosey”
A juicy jace is a man named jace with a fat dumpy. He gets an abnormal amount of bitches, and is known to “make it fart.” He is chill af, and may be seen being a sexy little baka. He drinks a mass amount of Monster energy drinks and at times can be a bit concerning.
Person 1: WoaH??!?!??!!? Who was that sexy person who just took my breath away?
Person 2: Oh? You mean Juicy Jace? Yeah he has that effect on people.
A juicy jace is an extremely rad dude. Not only does he get MAD b*tches, he looks extremely hot. He usually makes lots of money, and always buys his friends food/drinks because he’s not only attractive, but also kind. No matter what, you want a Juicy Jace in your life.
Person 1: Hey did a super gobsmackingly hot ass-ed person just walk by? My gorilla grip coochie cooter just went taunt.
Person 2: Yeah that’s just what a Juicy Jace will do to you.
Having lost the physical, mental, and moral qualities considered normal and desirable, this once-woman is the most stunningly appalling, disgusting, horrid creature to roam the face of the planet. This bitch is a shocking, heinous, harrowing, vile, shameful, unforgivable, unpardonable CUNT. The following anecdote scratches the surface of what tapping this Medusa entails:
There once was a girl named Carmen;
The bugs on her twat were a swarmen;
Nevertheless, I put my dick to the test;
And NOW the sores are ALARMIN.
To Whit, when you meet a Juicy Poone at the bar, or the nightclub, the lights might be just dim enough to suggest to you that it may somehow be acceptable to take the Juicy Poone home for an innocent night in your personal rumpus room. You may find yourself tempted to take it home and show it your etchings or lithographs. Hold it right there, Old Sport. Get a hold of yourself. If you fall into the Juicy Poone's trap, and wind up at your place, your dick will take a look and be instantly transmogrified into a pillar of fucking SALT. Woe unto you then, for it is too late. "Things fall apart, the center cannot hold," and your best friend, Mr. Happy, falls right the fuck off. And he shatters on the floor. Game over, you have fallen victim to the venereal charms of the Juicy Poone. With a gaze "blank and pitiless as the sun," the Juicy Poone moves its slow thighs" and slithers out the mother fucking door, back to the bar to claim another unwary traveler.
Your mate slurs the following at the club, "Hey bro, look at that chick or something over there. I think that after another five or six boilermakers I'll go and tap that shit."
You are pretty well charged up after a narrow escape yourself. "Hold the fuck on man," you say. "Step up off that Juicy Poone!! If you get anywhere close to that your dick will either rot the fuck off or jump up your ass to escape. That Juicy Poone is a rancid whore.
When a gay, male orgy is happening, one man's rectum is filled with an entire container of lubricant. This man is designated the "Hank." The "Juicy Kunneman" itself consists of every other man at the orgy using the aforementioned "Hank's" rectum to dip their penises in before they have sex with one another. It is named for author and televangelist Hank Kunneman who has become an ironic gay icon.
So, who's Hanking for the Juicy Kunneman at Tristan's party?
these joggers were worn by the galdem in lockdown. these were the type of girls who always wore skinny jeans and white airforces. they thought buying these joggers would make their arse look juicy so they did some chloe ting booty workouts (they gave up in the end). now that nobody wears them they have realised £70 was a rip off and that they actually looked shit. if you want to know who wore these joggers in lockdown they now wear black ribbed flares and a shoulder bag, they now also prey on the other galdem who still wear skinny jeans as they think they look better then them 😭😭
looks at us gallies we have swag with our juicy joggers let’s bring out the mirror in my bedroom to take some pictures outside to look different’ for the gram.
The filling in the center of a poptart.
"I eat from the center of the poptart to eat that juicy core."
"Huh"