an appropriate weapon substitute for security guards; to be used instead of police tazers.
The mall security apprehended me after he saw me push the spacially inept cellphone user on the escalator with my hot tea mittens. He took me to the dumpster behind the mall where 3 other security guards surrounded me and all began to pumel me with their slinky of deaths.
In pimp circles this terminology is used to describe a ho's value on a spectral scale as pertaining to profit.
Jim-Jam: This ho be slack late, blud. Her asswage is less den Carmendy and Zircogna. I'm una introduce her to the stairs to be blunt.
L-Ices: Seen, seen, blud. Zharmay's asswage is getting real flo. When she get back from aborting the fetus umma make Desoynté bottom bitch.
Red tea is made by a 3/4 completion of the fermentation process required to make black tea. Hence the fermentation is more complete than oolong tea which sits at 1/2, green tea which is unfermented but kiln fired, and white tea which is completely raw and sundried.
Red tea know for it's unparalleled aroma is a serious force of nature to be reckonned with.
A helpful lad, who's always good at telling you what part of the latest trend you've failed to follow. He's always letting you know about cool new sexual apparatuses that never even existed before his beyotch read about them in cosmo. He's well versed in all the fresh urban lingo so he's great to have at the club to stop you from potentially making an ass of yourself. He may appear to be stern or short-tempered when correcting your mistakes but he only expects of you what he expects of himself.
Box Guy: You're not going to the club like that? We need to get you some hoop earings.
Lise: How about these silver ones my grandma gave me.
Box Guy: No way, think bigger.
Lise: Right, sorry.
Box Guy: Do you have a vagina pager, all the girls have those.
Lise: What kind of knob do you think I am?
Box Guy: No, no, no, don't say that in public. It's pronounced n00b.
The kinder gentler form of black mail that wimmin use on their significant others. Can also be referred to as guilt leverage.
Wife: Sweetie, I'm not going to shave my armpits until you shave your beard.
Husband: You're not going to white mail me that easily. Beard stays.
Wife: Fine, I'll just be a hairy monkey.
Husband: Sorry, dear, I'll get rid of the beard.
The papaya trick 2 can and is in most cases used as a retaliation to the papaya trick. The person on the losing end of the papaya trick, will in most cases attempt to do the papaya trick 2. This trick loses it's potency if too much time is allowed to pass. Ideally the papaya trick 2 is performed immediately after the papaya trick, so if you have just sucessfully executed a papaya trick it is important that you keep in mind that you are not yet in the clear and keep your eyes open for any signs of the following:
Your friend who just got conked on the head offers to take the papaya off your hands.
Your friend with papaya now in hand offers to show you a trick of his/her own.
Your friend asks you to close you eyes.
If you fail to recognise any of these warning signs, it is still not too late. You only need to remember one thing, when you find yourself the victim of the papaya trick 2: CLENCH
Your friend will now try to shove the papaya up your rectum. If you have failed to divert the proceeding of the papaya trick 2 at this point, now, the papaya's going in, whether you like it or not. You must now remember to UNCLENCH, or you will begin to feel an increasing amount of discomfort. You must now try to relax you anus and allow the papaya to gently slide in.
If you failed to twart the papaya trick 2 you must then admit that you have been bested and convey a show good sportsmanship for at that point you have sadly been outwitted at your own game.
Hmm, I didn't really like that papaya trick, but I have a better one, close you eyes, turn around, hahaha, I call it papaya trick 2. Now you see it now you don't. Ahahahaha!
PWS: Pockets, Wallet, Shoes. It's the once over you give yourself when a drunk street magician comes up to you and offers to show you a card trick and at first you half expect him to screw up, drop the cards and barf on you, but then he proceeds to pull off a trick that both blows your mind AND has you questioning reality for the next 45 minutes. You do the PWS once-over, 'cause if he can do that, then what else is he capable of?
Wow, that was some trick. First, PWS: pockets, wallet shoes. Check. Now, for the important question: Why is it that I can't fry an egg with my mind?