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1: The effect on a penis from entering an unlubricated vagina. It is an extremely painful abrasion on the head of the penis resulting from a woman insisting that you penetrate her before she has confirm that her snatch isn't dehydrated.
2: The unsightly stain left on ones new white Egyptian cotton sheets after vaginal secretions have soaked in.
Todd or Tadd or something preppy like that-"First she gave me horrible snatch burn cause she was in such a hurry to get it in her, then she dripped on my sheets and left a huge snatch burn"
When the preliminary squirt from a ketchup or mustard bottle is directed away from the intended destination to remove the liquid portion that usually precedes the real contents.
I always burn a squirt of ketchup at the diner because i hate wet fries.
a man with a voice as seductive as Samuel L. Jackson, a personality as cunning as a cheetah, and also has the ability to command large numbers of people to partake in activities that are not always entirely legal.
now with even more steven burns
when you eat french fries too quickly and it feels like a big wad of potato grandeur got stuck in your heart.
My blood sugar has dropped i am feeling woozy with hunger...."uh hello i guess i just have a #7....sure super size it" Fries arrive wiping grease and salt on your jeans to avoid the time consuming task of finding the napkins....WHEN...you get hit right in the chest with potato burn. You were eating so quickly it seems as if your french fries are stuck directly in your heart.
All my style
All my grace
All I tried to save my face
All my guts, try to spill
All my holes, try to fill
All my money been a long time spent
On my drugs, on my rent
On my saving philosophy
It goes, one in the bank, and the rest for me
It goes, all my troubles on a burning pile
All lit up and I start to smile
If I, catch fire then I change my aim
Throw my troubles at the pearly gates
Oh, oh-oh-oh
Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh
(Oh-oh-oh)
My mama, lonely maid
Got her buns in the oven and she never got laid
My papa, renaissance man
Sailed away and he never came back again
All my troubles on a burning pile
All lit up and I start to smile
If I, catch fire then I change my aim
Throw my troubles at the pearly gates
Oh, oh-oh-oh
Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh
All your woe bygones be gone
I said all your troubles, you don't need a thing
All my troubles on a burning pile
All lit up and I start to smile
If I, catch fire then I'll change my aim
Throw my troubles at the world again
It goes, all my troubles on a burning pile
All lit up and I start to smile
If I, catch fire then I'll take my turn
To burn and burn and burn
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Hey Alexa, Burning pile by mother mother
A celebratory occasion traditionally held the morning after a Bacon Battle, in which the winner invites all other competitors, as well as the Bacon Baron, over for a big fry-up of all the bacon.
We had an awesome Bacon Burning this morning. Bill cooked us up a shit-load of bacon. It tasted so good.
An embarrassing situation. References blushing from humiliation.
He didn't want to confront her in person and take that face burning. So he just left a message on her voice mail.