BTW, what does “don’t hit any parked cars on the Hershey Highway” mean, anyway?! It sounds like an intersection of constipation and butt sex, but I’m not going to guess on this one.
Prairie Dogging=Turtle poking out of the shell.
You guessed correctly.
I’ll never look at a fender bender the same way again.
well… after you drop the kids off at the pool… whoever’s kids they happen to be… be sure to completely wipe your pizzabrat… don’t wanna leave any skidmarks
I kid! I kid!
Whenever my 3 year old rips one, she turns to me excitedly and exclaims “Daddy, I just stepped on a mountain duck!”
Also called crowning.
Bopping the baloney
romancing the bone
phoning the Tzar 
Leaving a nest of chocolate snakes
a bowlful of butt-loafs
bumping fuzzies
“Saying hello to Polly and her friend Jay.”
You see, you’re not supposed to leave your watchstation for any reason unless you get proper watch relief. Good luck finding a toilet in the engineroom. There are, however, trashcans (and gravity drains and bilges, depending on the need that strikes you).
Polly is a polyethylene bag.
Jay is a leak-proof seal formed by twisting the open end of the bag, putting tape around it, bending the taped/twisted part down (like the letter J) and then sealing the whole thing off with more tape.
You probably wouldn’t actually say to anyone “I’m going to go say hello to Polly…” since if you have someone to talk to, chances are good they can go find someone to relieve you before it gets to that point, if not relieve you themselves… so you can go relieve yourself.
This is also the apocryphal source of the term “shitbag” for anyone that has a habit of showing up late for watch… as that’s what they’ll get casually tossed to (or thrown violently at) them when they finally show up to conduct relief with an invitation to “say hello to Polly and her friend Jay”. If this actually happens… which it never, ever has, of course. :dubious:
What, I’m the first to cover this important area of euphemism?
The Period:
Surfing the crimson tide
Visit from aunt Flo/a redheaded cousin
Ragging it
Code Red
Rebooting the Ovarian Operating System
Asking a friend for a tampon:
Pass me a harpoon
I have to plug the dam
It’s not original, but my favorite euphemism for vomit (possibly Australian) is:
**Liquid Laughter **
Vomit:
Technicolor Yawn
Laughing at the Floor
Praying to the porcelain god…
I’ve been waiting for a good place to use this one.
“A Three-Car Pileup at the Last Exit off the Hershey Highway”
And then there’s
-The purple-helmeted soldier of love
-Your fireman’s helmet
-meat whistle
Could it have more to do with the fact that the Cosby Show was a total dog of a show, and had less artistic merit than an episode of <i>Baywatch</i>? Could it be because the Huxtable kids were, in fact, shit characters? And people often wonder why I no longer believe racial discrimination complaints. :rolleyes:
Racess, maybe. Racist, no. Deal with it.
I call it “poking daylight”.
Which, for some strange reason, reminded me of Rocky Mountain Oysters.
farting:
General Colon Bowel barking orders.
The spiders are barking.
female masturbation:
Paddling the pink canoe.
male masturbation:
Petting the meat weasel.
puking:
Flash the hash.
Blow chunks.