that little bit of poop smear that you didn't wipe from your butt cheeks that becomes irritated when you are walking
I must have not wiped my butt clean enough it became irritated from walking and cause me to have duck butter
‘Duck Butter’ is the greasy, sweaty residue that builds up between the nutsack and inner thigh whilst wearing chest waders all day during 25+degrees on summer wildfowling hunt.
“Bloody hell Bob, that was a tough day out on the marsh, the old ‘duck butter’ is kicking up a bit.”
(Noun) - 2 oz Screwball Peanut Butter Whiskey with a Welch’s Grape Soda chaser. Note: the second swig of grape soda reactivates the experience!
Created by Krys Kilo and Gray Devio once upon a winter’s night in Feb, 2020.
Hey bartender, let me get a peanut butter jelly bomb...ASAP!
When you rub a girls clitoris so hard until a butter like substance comes out of her vagina, you then take that substance and rub it all over her bum and lick it off like a thanksgiving dinner. :)
Damn man, I was with Jessica last night buttering the turkey all night long.
When a wooden handle is inserted rectally, until creamy cum is produced.
Last night Davie used a mop handle to give me an Amish butter churn.
What you growlingly exclaim when told that someone did something uncaring/deceitful because "he knows which side his bread is buttered on"; what you mean, of course, is that you would rather risk displeasing the powers-that-be than harm someone else.
Back when I was a frail and tender-minded nine-year-old, my bi**hy second-grade teacher violently shook me and gave me a long severe verbal working-over merely because I had "mouthed right back" at a "spoiled-rich-kid" youngster who had been outrageously rude to me over an extremely trivial matter. At da time I was at a total loss to know why said irritable teacher had been so ferociously defensive of Little Miss Bossy 'n' Obnoxious; it wasn't until decades later that I finally learned that said bratty pint-sized colleen was da daughter of a "somebody" in town, and so I realized dat da teacher had "known which side her bread was buttered on", and therefore when said whiny miscreant went "bawlin' 'n' blubberin'" to da teacher about it, she felt compelled to blame ME for da verbal dust-up instead of just telling dat willful child to "shut up and grow up", as she should have. As I tell my friends when relating the story nowadays, though, "I'd eat my bread without butter!" before I ever unfairly blamed an innocent person like that. Reminds me of da "Little House On The Prairie" episode about da broken music box.