A fork of Rural Dictionary
A style of ladies leisure wear trousers, made to emphasise the feminine flapular region.
Dad: Sharon, those trousers make your crotch look like a mattress that has been folded in half.
Sharon: I know, right? They are absolutely flapulicious, huh?
Dad: when you have worn them for a week, can I boil them to make soup?
An odour that is left behind by stench.
Sharon: “wtf is that evil fragrance? It’s melted the glue on my eyelashes”
Craig: “calm your farm Sharon. That’s just a Sheridan. You’re lucky that you weren’t here an hour ago when mum snapped a grogan.
Looking forward to it, but sharting in your dacs at the same time
Sharon soon realised that her decision to wear her white flapulicious trousers was a mistake. She was so nervocited about meeting Craig’s parents that she leaked gravy from her whispering eye
Totally unnecessary environmental pollution from drama queens & queeneses.
Hey Sharon, what’s with all the fuckaboutery?
Sharon : “idk. It’s there every day when I wake up, and I don’t think I can live without it. Your glass needs a doily btw, and we are going to Bunnings soon to choose paint to update the letterbox?”
Maximising the enjoyment of putting things off, hopefully forever.
Sharon: “Are you ever gonna get around to actually bathing, you rancid soap dodger?”
Craig: “will you please stop clattering on Sharon? I’m busy doing procrasturbation, and you’re kinda killing the mood”