A fork of Rural Dictionary
doing everything EXCEPT what you are supposed to be doing
You and a friend get in your truck to go somewhere and you left your keys inside so you go back in to get them. Once inside you get sidetracked by finding something else you remembered you forgot and then something else and something else until you take so long that your friend gets concerned and comes looking for you, finding you with your hands full of stuff but no keys.
Friend: Are you coming? What is taking so long?
You: I been lookin for a worm weight. I know where one is but I thought I might find another one somewhere in here.
So the two of you get back in your truck and you still don't have your keys.
a piece of faeces which escapes the rectum then re-enters
a shy worm can be likened to a turtle head
ass shit faeces turtle head shy worm
BUMWORM
Selfish, sluggish and uninvited, the bumworms natural habitat is a your couch, half asleep and stoned off your weed.
With 25 cence to his name, and the “guarantee” of his centrelink, coming “the next day” the bumworm will find any excuse to take whatever dregs they can get there sticky wormy fingers on.
Traits of the bumworm include;
Shamelessly asking every woman man dog and child, (especially the pretty ladies) for a durry (see durry definition).
Travelling from group to group to scab (the bum worm can handle the rejection no matter how close the proximity of his next victim)
Whingy and annoying voice, snaggling their classic catch phrase of “can i have a cone”
And of course, a sickly smell.
In the fantasy of the bumworm, eggplant roasts are abundant, but who will pay for such a dinner? I certainly don’t want bum worm fingers in my food.
In conclusion, as pathetic as it is, the bum worms central purpose is to leech and scab no matter how sly they look.
How the fuck did that bum worm get in here
Did that bum worm just clean out our ashtray
Im about to put wasabi up that passed out bum worms nose
Fuck this, were putting a bag over the bum worms head
This couch stinks! was the bum worms sleeping here last night?
Bum worm took my last cone
Fuck its the bum worms! dont let them see you lets cross the road!
when did this place become a bum worm farm?
An older man incessantly talking about sex when the other person clearly isn’t interested. When asked to stop, he continues.
That guy Bill is such a horn dog. He’d be a cool guy if only he could stop shooting worms.
A pleasureful and complicated sexual maneuver. The materials required are 6-13 gummy worms and two people, one of which with a very hairy rectum. Person #1 lies on their back and spreads their cheeks creating a gaping abyss while person #2 inserts the worms into the hole. Person #1 then takes a squatting position above person #2 who lies on their back and prepares their mouth for reception. Person #1 then proceeds to empty the worms one by one into the gaping mouth resembling a common factory assembly line.
Person #2: “Can we do the gummy worm factory again tonight? I’ve been fielding for some chocolate covered worms”
Person #1: “Sure! I made sure to pick up a bag of gummy worms at the store today”
Person #2: “Can I eat the worms this time?”
Person #1: “Sure and I’ll get to excrete them!”
Dead, floating in space, in a box, in the mud, you get what I mean.
Shut up, your ma is with Maggie T wiggling with the worms and all that