A fork of Rural Dictionary
Noun. A person who does something they later regret or something retarded either intentionally or on accident while intoxicated
Did you see Lauren slip on a balloon and bust her elbow? She's definitely a House Party Hero (HPH).
Sarah and I went to a 90's house party new year's night 2010.
These are the Four Sacred Truths of The Big-Booty Bottom Bitch himself, Daddy Jakeypoo.
Thou doth handcuffs thyself to thine bedpost during the act of sexual intercourse
His Daddyness doest enjoy ins'rting a dildo into his rampallian during amorous rite
The divine Daddyness doth also enjoyeth the reception of intercourse through the floppy pocket pussy whilst handcuffed to thine holy bedpost
Thine most holiest of Phat Cocks hast been reveal’d to us unworthy mortals as uncircumcised with curdles of thine most delicious cheese held within
For every house party, a role must be filled to maintain the sacred balance of the almighty Lauren’s Bisexuality. It is a force that balances the Sexaul Force as we know it. For every house party there must be a Lauren, for whom the others shall balance. With the Four Sacred Truths, Lauren fulfills her Straight lust. This lust, however, must be tempered and balanced by the passionate embrace of a Darcey, whom penetrates her with the Phat Cock Dildo of Lesbian Love. Just as there are Four Sacred Truths, so too must there be a forth person in the ritual, an Evalina. The Evalina is but a mere cuck that sits in the corner and observes the ritual, furling their own desires from a distance, this gives the Bisexuality an exit from the ritual and disperses the lust out into the universe, thus completing the The Holy Canon of The Leicester House Party.
Let us consult The Holy Canon of The Leicester House Party
the idea that sex is just sex, despite who it is with.
party being sex, house being the person you've had/are planning to have sex with
“yeah she’s alright, her mates ugly but i’ll have her. same party, different house innit”
A funeral/wake held by or for Italian-Americans
Sorry to hear about your ma. She was a saint. When’s the Italian house party? I’ll send some flowers.
The most lit party ever where all the music, clothing, people and environment represent an unexpected collision of hip hop/trap culture with tropical island aesthetic.
I woke up the morning after the Trapical House Party with an empty bottle of Henny, one timberland boots, a flip flop, and a live flamingo in my bed!