A man that was given the nickname ,,Michael Jackson". So he would love to visit ,,London" like Michael J. Jackson did. And his next nickname will be ,,Martin London".
Person X: I cannot believe i saw ,,Michael Jackson" yesterday.
Person B: That was ,,Martin" but they are both the same.
Person X: Let us call him ,,Martin London"
A person that looks like ,,Michael Jackson". But better call him ,,Martin London".
My new nickname is ,,Martin London"- because Michael Jackson was often there.
An uncircumcised British men's "old man."
That dude at the urinal was totally rocking a London Tube!
So I slept with this guy I picked up at the club last night, and he had a serious London Tube!
Peckham, East Dulwich, Herne Hill - the three pillars of South East London civilisation and also the home of the infamous, the incongruous, the alternatives alternative, the Power Triangle (and friends). Since the New York years PT has been here there and everywhere, but now they're home and reside in The London Triangle. Often spotted having a sweet sweet ale at the ever enduring EDT, or supping on a Crafty over a juicy burger or two at the Brick Brewery or simply kicking back whilst soaking up the rays at the best sun trap in London provided by the Princey R, PT like to hang in the place they are proud to call home.
That place, you know, where PT are from....The London Triangle
Damn, I want to live in The London Triangle
Jason: You know that girl?
Peter: Yeah, she’s a total London Tillmon
When you're comfy and wrapped up in a blanket in bed but leave just a little opening for airflow and proceed to blast the nastiest most egrigious fart known to man straight through your little exhaust hole and right into your face
Tom: Hey man, I was laying in bed and had the nastiest fart. It came straight through the opening I left in my blanket and suffocated me.
Al: Sounds like you London Chimney'd yourself, mate. Why?
Something that's not sexual but sounds very sexual
Yo that bitch gave me the london fog last night