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The word is Dog Rape. It’s a verb or a noun.
It means to kill. Specifcly, to kill chat or conversaiton.
In useage?
Bro, you totally dog raped chat.
That’s some mighty good dog rapage going on there.
When I hear the term “dog rape”, I don’t think of ending chat. Oh no. I don’t even think of chat at all. I think of Benjy and Lassie and one tawdry evening in a cheap Santa Monica Hotel Room.
Not many people know about this. But, not many people hang out under Santa Monica pier trying to peer up Transexual’s dresses, either.
This was in the 70s, back when disco was dying and Rick Dees was groovy. Benjy had called Lassie over for a couple of drinks, just to talk about what went wrong. One drink led to another, and soon enough Lassie was saying no, but Benjy wouldn’t listen. Lassie went to the police. This being the Macho 70s Lassie was laughed out of there. This led to drink , overeating, excessive car chasing, and dognip. Lassie will never be the same.
Let me tell you, dog rape isn’t something to joke about. I still shudder thinking about poor Lassie asking me for a milkbone as I sat back in the grungy Santa Monica sand.