When your spouse knows you’ve eaten too much lasagne and knows you won’t say yes to sex, but offers it like they’re keen
Spouse: touches your belly “do you want a fuck?
You: “goddammit I’ve eaten way too much lasagne, get your hand off my belly”
Spouse: “don’t say I never offer”
You thinking: shit, I just got the lasagne fuck offer
Bro you should come out tonight, Mash Gang are having an open bar
"I can't, I'm making bed lasagne with the other half"
Say less bro. Say less.
A common occurrence in those suffering from digestive issues; especially diarrhoea. This happens when you go to the toilet, feel as though you've finished and start to wipe only to have to sit back down and start the process over again. If this is repeated more than once, you end up with a layered effect (poop/paper/poop/paper/poop/paper etc.), much like the layering of a lasagne.
When I got in from the pub last night, I had myself a shit lasagne.
When you leave lasagne out for too long and it goes off.
The gone off lasagne tastes like garbage.
Where a man and woman both eat bad food to instigate diarrhoea. They both shit in the same toilet, she the squeezes her period blood on top and finally finished with the man cumming on to the very top.
Ahh mate, last night we made a saucy love lasagne.
The most euphoric experience you will ever have, just one bite is orgasm inducing. When something is “litty like my mom’s lasagne,” it means that it is extremely enjoyable, and you are very excited to partake. You know it’s finna be lit when you’re moms a-making lasagne.
Two friends are talking over the phone:
Bridgetto: Yooo this party is litty like my mom’s lasagne!
Anastasio: Oh no spaghettio... I wish I could have made it. That sounds euphoric.