A fork of Rural Dictionary
When two men are having anal sex doggy style and their balls lightly slap together
I haven’t shaved my balls in a month, Roger likes it when we are grazing
When lucas grazes on donny’s ice milk for months
donny found out that lucas has been Ice milk grazing
When lucas grazes on donny’s ice milk for months
donny found out that lucas has been ice milk grazing
Nasal grazing is when disrespecting other people's privacy has become too excessive or habitual. Figuratively, nasal grazing can mean someone is so comfortable with being "nosey" that they "graze" as they do it. While the imagery of a navel gazer is a person so obsessed with oneself (or a small single-issue) that they are caught staring at their own belly-button, the imagery of a nasal grazer is a person who is so obsessed with other people's information that they are not just being nosey themselves but can be caught grazing on other people's nosiness.
"I hear John keeps a spreadsheet documenting every single piece of information he finds! What a nasal grazer!" "Don't speak to Sally, she's such a nasal grazer he will start prying into your personal life every single day." "Looks like Facebook's new terms of agreement are trying to master the art of nasal grazing."
Surreptitiously sneaking a peak at a man's genitals.
A clandestine operation of peter grazing at this site, only gathered this evidence of his slumped form while draining the snake.
The act of grabbing pubes with your mouth and tearing them off and chewing on them like a cow chews grass. This is typically done for Blowjobs and Pussy eating.
Jenny : How was it with John last night Mia? Mia : We did some Human Grazing and that’s the last time I let him eat me out.
When you are in a hurry (lunch break, etc.) and order something at a fast food spot and it's wrong, cold or you see flies buzzing around the meat and toppings in back or something to that nature, to where you would not consume it normally but because you are in a hurry and need to eat you force it down begrudgingly.
Stephanie ran into BK with only 10 minuets left on her lunch, after stopping by her side pieces spot to take a quick dump. The cook was a greasy old dude, who looked as if he hadn't showered in a week. He smiled as he slid her order up for the host to bag up. Stephanie noticed he wasn't wearing any gloves. She shook her head, reluctantly took the bag and ran back to her car to hate graze that disgusting slop, all the while staring at herself in the mirror, wondering what may come of this later.