An axilla. Armpit that is looked at or seen with lustful desire. A fetish to armpits and all that they entail. It may only be to look or fantasize at the armpit, yet it may also include sexual desire and/or sexual (penis, or ejaculation in or near the armpit) or non sexual (touching, smelling, licking) that involve the sight, touch, and smell of the armpit. Whether hairy, trimmed or shaved a spice box is an armpit that is viewed within a sexual context, and because there is a stigma due to the possibility of negative smells, by calling it a spice box you're able to express the fetish or desire without stigma causing words. Part of Armpit fetishism known as maschalagnia
I wanna look at his spice boxes!
Id eat his spice box!
Wow! Thats one sexy spice box
Your mum is a selection box
Loads of different chocolate in her box
To be said as a response to a retarded remark made by a friend or family member.
Ross " I went Tennesse when I was 7, it's nice have you been to America?"
Simon "yeah went to florida a few years ago, its amazing, have you ever been to America?"
Ross " errr slap the box mate."
When the moot is so fat, the vag is outlined by the light blue calvin klein undies, creating a box shape. Though previously hidden very well, was exposed when a certain northmead individual wore stolen undies on a byron bay holiday. One can describe the box moot as chunky, thick, juicy and plump, taking the shape of a box.
“Wow Saarah that’s a lovely box moot”
“Saarah that box moot was something else” Aidis
A nasty vagina. It's probably been hit alot and is a sloppy.
Jimmy slurped on a rip box and caught herpes in his mouth
An object that is non functional or not functioning as intended
An annoyance that actively inhibits the use of an object
That refrigerator is a blue box
New. Fresh. Mint. Newfreshmint- a prequel and sequel to “refreshment”.
Sugar Daddy: “How’s my boy doin’”
Sug. Baby: “After those new (insert expensive product) are delivered, I’ll be out of the box”
Bartholomew of the Eleventh House of Durbenshire Upon Avon: “Here’s your water, my friend.”
Bob: ::chugs water:: ::breathes heavily:: ::breathes heavily again:: :: and again:: “Oh my god. Thank you, Durby- running 6,000 miles can really wear a person out.. but this refreshment put me right back out of the box. I’m going to kiss you now.”
Durby: “... wait, what?..”
Durby: “.. Do it.”