If it was in your ass you would know where it was.

When an item is missing, regaurdless of the item, this is the only statement in existence that can be provided that is based on a fact.

Dude 1 - Yo, you think that Lost Dutchman Mine bullshit is for real? I wonder where it is...
Dude 2 - If it was in your ass you would know where it was.

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Where the sun doesn’t shine

The place where poop comes from, and also a place where a penis likes to go visit sometimes. Typically, it is so hidden between the fluffy, buttery, biscuits that the sun never has a chance to shine on it. Also see: Sphincter Sun Bathing.

Angry response: “you can go stick it where the sun doesn’t shine!”
Hopeful question: “ any chance I might be able to park my fleshy-torpedo in the back-vagina, “where the sun doesn’t shine?”

Where the sun doesn’t shine

The area located deep between the fluffy, buttery, back-biscuits, that someone wants to put something in, either because they are angry with you or very much love you, depending on the circumstances.

When happy and hopeful: May I please park my fleshy-torpedo in your brown starfish garage, “where the sun doesn’t shine?”
When angry with someone: if you keep doing that, I’m going to put a 2 L bottle “where the sun doesn’t shine!”

WHERE'S THE FORK

WHERE WE EATING - WTF

"WTF, WHERE'S THE FORK?"
WHERE ARE WE EATING TODAY?
HOW BAOUT MCDONALDS

Where’s the Condom?

A very risky game that only few are brave enough to play. You start with a condom on. Then during sex you pull it off like David Copperfield and slam it back in without saying a word.

I was smashing that ho from behind and slipped that rubber off. Then after I cummed she was like “Where’s the condom?” I promptly snapped her butthole with it.

kiss her from her toes up to where her love flows

This speaks to the act of giving a woman oral pleasure from her toes up to where her love flows - her wonderful center of sexual pleasure. This act should take several moments of delicate, selective, and sensitive kissing. Take your time for you don't know if it may ever happen again.

Brendon was trying to be poetic in a text to Allison and declared that he would give anything to be able to kiss her from her toes up to where her love flows. He waited patiently and then anxiously for her reply. Her reply provided him with a visual map for him to explore. Naturally he was so excited he took matters into his own hands before he was able to reply to her. His journey was set to begin later that evening...

where et er

Where are you

You don’t know where your mum is so you ask ‘where et er’