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I'm always mindfucked by The Alaskan Pancake Pile Driver Upside Down Milk Machine
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The act of approaching and restricting an unsuspecting friend and slowly driving your fist into the side of their rib cage, constantly increasing pressure and violently twisting your fist back and forth like a rig drill. Its very painful and uncomfortable.
While applying the torture treatment, it is common to shout out "Mega McMooch mule rig drill rib driver!"
It is also common practice to engage in the act of making a fist and twisting it just enough to let your victim see it happen a few times, minutes before its coming. This helps immensely to build anxiety in the target.
It is much like a noogey but applied to the side rib cage.
Yo Sick! Nick just gave Levi a serious mega mcmooch mule rig drill rib driver 9000
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That means the stop might be 2000 KM from your address and Uber does not give you the location.
Your order is on the move! Uber Driver has one stop along the way. is going to take forever.
A skinny dude who has a sexual infatuation with fat women. Typically targets them as they're easier than high maintenance broads.
Harold: Man have you seen Johnny lately?
Tim: Nah he's been off driving tanks again.
Harold: he sure is one for them plus size girls. I guess he's a "tank driver" now.
A skinny dude who has a sexual infatuation with fat women. Typically targets them as they're easier than high maintenance broads.
Harold: Man have you seen Johnny lately?
Tim: Nah he's been off driving tanks again.
Harold: he sure is one for them plus size girls. I guess he's a "tank driver" now.
A person who is distracted when driving and thinking it okay.
Rachel was on her phone texting and driving while having her knee holds the steering wheel. Making her a thug driver.
When somebody enforces rules that nobody has heard of until now.
In the winte of '62, I moved from the corner of Lake and 30th streets to get in out of the -31 degree cold. I came out of the laundromat that provided a modicum of relief from the wind and cold to catch the Minneapolis City Bus. The driver stopped but said I couldn't use my transfer, because I wasn't being picked up at the CORNER OF 30TH AND LAKE STREET. I paid the fair with a grumble, saying "This sounds like Bus Drivers' rules, 'You Make Them Up As You Drive Along.'" There was some murmuring of agreement from the other passengers. He didn't throw me out into the Minus 31 degree night.