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When you cum in a girls bum, take a sniff of her fanny and then let her fart your load back in your mouth and swallow.
Bro 1: yo did you see Ant last night he took a Stinko-bel shot like a pro
Bro 2: That's gross man
As a verb, this is when an individual uses the theme from The Fresh Prince of Bel Air as a lead-in to a story or conversation, often a bad one. This is akin to the idea of the Bel Air, but instead lulls the listener into a false sense of security then drops the bomb on their head. This concept was first found in the webcomic xkcd, #464, entitled RBA.
This is how a Reverse Bel Air should work:
Girl: Now this is a story all about how, my life got flipped turned upside down, and I'd like to take a minute, just sit right there, I'll tell you about how I became uncertain about our relationship. I think you just like having a girlfriend, it doesn't matter who. I think we should break up.
Guy: ...wait, seriously?
Girl: Yeah.
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the hottest girl on the face of the earth. funny, cutie, tiny and brilliant. all wanna be her friend.
hey, there's giorgie bel. let's go wherever she's going.
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An unexpected slap to the face. When someone slaps another in the face for what seems to be an unnecessary show of bravado.
Will walked up to Chris and just gave him a Bel Air Slap!!
The Reverse Bel Air is a variation of the Bel Air. You start with the "Fresh Prince" lyrics and, while your target is paying attention and 'open' mentally, you hit them with the heavy news.
http://xkcd.com/464/
She broke up with him in reverse bel air style.
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The act of placing your penis in a burrito in order to cover up the smell of the vaginas you previously banged in Hope's your current sex partner wont smell the aforementioned pussy stank
Dude, I totally had to motley bel grande my cock so sheila wouldn't know I was out fuckin around
A message that looks like it's going to turn into a Bel Air, but against all expectations, does not.
Dude #1: "About 2 weeks ago I went to an Albertson's grocery store to pick up some food for work.
I pay with my credit card, and the instant the credit card processes the purchase, the clerk's phone rings.
As I'm walking away towards the door, the clerk speaks up. "Wait!"
I turn to face her, and as I do she reaches the phone out towards me.
"Um... it's for you, actually."
At this moment I don't even know what the fuck to think.
Did I just win the millionth customer award and this is my congratulatory phone call?
Was there something wrong with my credit card and the FBI or some agency was going to interrogate me?
Did motherfucking Morpheus just call me?
I reluctantly and suspiciously accepted the phone. I put the phone up to my ear without speaking so I could gather some intel on the mystery caller.
But instead of waiting for me to say 'hello', the voice over the phone somehow knew I was listening and immediately began talking: "Are you rolling on ecstasy?"
At that moment, time began to move very slowly. It was like Matrix-time. I looked up and inspected the faces on the clerk and the customers waiting in line behind me. Their expressions gave me no clues.
I had no idea how to respond to the voice.
Were my purchasing habits suspicious or particular for a drug user? I mean, I had bought a bottle of water. I suppose people on X do dehydrate quickly. But I don't suppose people usually get these kinds of phone calls for simply buying water. So I wondered maybe I looked stoned. Was I staggering? Had management seen me over the store cameras and thought I looked intoxicated? I am probably a hypochondriac because I'm always suspicious I might have health problems. Maybe I have Multiple Sclerosis after all and I was staggering around the store and didn't even notice it.
I had a lot of questions, but was only able to verbalize the first one that came to my head: "The fuck?"
The voice shot back: "Why are you wearing that mask?"
I had a dust mask dangling from my neck that I used at work because I'm allergic to the dust and pollen out in the desert.
Instead of answering the question, I asked: "Who the fuck is this?"
In a more casual and reassuring tone, the voice responded: "It's me, bitch!"
I noticed something flicker in my visual periphery, looked up and saw an Albertson's employee several registers down, talking on the phone.
It was my friend Hector from high school, years ago. Spacetime returned to normality. I still felt weird for a while after that.
I kinda hoped it was Morpheus."
Dude #2: Bel Air-ball! Totally thought I was gonna get princed.
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