the act performed while having intercourse with a woman, where a man will begin to pee inside her
I was railing her from behind, but this beer was running right through me. So I gave her a taco flush
When doing time in any prison or county jail anywhere always remember and abide by the ‘Pinch One Flush One’ rule. The way this works: As soon as you ‘pinch one off’ HIT THAT BUTTON so your cellie doesn’t have to endure or power through your shit stink. Every time you pinch one, HIT THAT BUTTON! Actually just keep hitting that button on the first big pinch. Prison/Jail shitters usually have a ferociously powerful flush. You do your part and let the shitter do the rest. No one’s gonna jump all over you as long as you you hit that button. ALSO!!! Never use the shitter during meal times. Not sure about this? Fuck around and find out!
“Ugh! It smells like straight asshole up in here! Hey little homie, hasn’t anyone ever told you to PINCH ONE FLUSH ONE?
AND STAY HITTIN’ THAT BUTTON!!! SHIT!!!!!”
When doing time in any prison or county jail anywhere always remember and abide by the ‘Pinch One Flush One’ rule. The way this works: As soon as you ‘pinch one off’ HIT THAT BUTTON so your cellie doesn’t have to endure or power through your shit stink. Every time you pinch one, HIT THAT BUTTON! Actually just keep hitting that button on the first big pinch. Prison/Jail shitters usually have a ferociously powerful flush. You do your part and let the shitter do the rest. No one’s gonna jump all over you as long as you you hit that button. ALSO!!! Never use the shitter during meal times. Not sure about this? Fuck around and find out!
“Ugh! It smells like straight asshole up in here! Hey little homie, hasn’t anyone ever told you to PINCH ONE FLUSH ONE?
AND STAY HITTIN’ THAT BUTTON!!! SHIT!!!!!”
Refers to da immensely soul-calming "whew" dat you feel when --- having trepidatiously ("Well --- here goes nuttin'!") worked da valve-handle on da porcelain throne after taking a humongous dump --- da swirly actually "goes down" and therefore uncomplainingly "accepts" your far-larger-than-usual "contribution".
It is impossible to even begin to describe da overwhelmingly satisfied and grateful feeling dat you savor when experiencing a "great flush of relief"; it's somewhat similar to da "all's well in da world" emotion dat washes over you each time when da card-scanner at a store's checkout-counter displays dat wonderful and much-wished-for word "approved" after you've swiped your debit/Food-Stamps card, since it means dat you can actually get da heck outta there with your cartload of purchases, instead of having to suffer undeserved delays and/or humiliation by having your perfectly-good card invalidly declined due to either a computer glitch or a speck of dust/oil on your card's magnetic stripe!