Uhhhh, I guess I like the definition by Crunkmasta Flex the best, although I am still lost.
I think it’s a guy thing, Cynth. :roll:
Looks like a sock-boasting-equivalent. That thing they do when they think no women are around to hear them–one of those male-bonding events where they all talk dirty, poot, and clutch themselves.
Next thing you know, they’ll start drumming.
I’m outta here . . . a bar of triple-milled soap and some fresh jersey sheets are calling me . . .
By the way, that dictionary is filthy. Scandalous. I feel so used!
Did find something interesting while perusing it, though. Abercrombie and Fitch. I had forgotten about Abercrombie and Fitch!.
For your enjoyment, Cynth . . . (see if you can spot the A&F label!) . . .
I feel so much better now. Don’t you?
[He’s available as postcards, desktops, and a screensaver, too!]
Geez, that Atkins thing has done wonders fer ol’ Dale!
Has someone been rolling back the odometer? Or is that the actual condition. 