you know where n.
1. a euph. depending on context; if sexual, ref. to the vagina or penis; if hostile, the anus or the testicles.
Rape of the Bride 14: Next Moles [...] / That by your Lips, with Tuft of hair, / Shews you’ve another — you know where. | ||
Harris’s List of Covent Garden Ladies 70: But what most of all we prize, / Is a thing of little size--- / You know where. | ||
Gentleman’s Bottle-Companion 7: Like diapalma-plaister roll’d, / He placed it you know where, Sir. | ||
Harris’s List of Covent-Garden Ladies 85: Oft shall her hand / Your — command, / And put it you know where. | ||
‘The Rising Generation’ in Randy Songster in Spedding & Watt (eds) I 199: She puts her hand on — you know where, / And longs for the rising generation! | ||
Crim.-Con. Gaz. 22 Sept. 35/3: She damned me [...] / She bad me kiss her — you know where. | ||
Kryptadia II in (1968) 344: His you-know-what was you-know-where; / If that wasn’t fucking, then I wasn’t there. | ||
Sundowners 13: Don’t let me catch you looking at any flappers. Or [...] I’ll kick you in the you-know-where. | ||
I Love You Honey, But the Season’s Over 20: Kee-rist! I’ve got a rope burn from my ankle up to you-know-where. | ||
(con. 1945) Gather Together In My Name 91: Now, take that filthy pattern and stick it you-know-where. | ||
He Died with His Eyes Open 56: Since I was in the cats meat gaff [...] for my piles, I find walkin any distance brings a pain on you know where. | ||
🎵 And he wants a bit of Wembley up his you-know-where. | ‘Mash It Up Harry’||
(con. 1962) Enchanters 50: [F]oster daddies who poked us you know where when we were eight. |
2. hell.
[ | ‘Sunday Trading Bill’ in Curiosities of Street Lit. (1871) 115: He ought to be kicked to I know where]. | |
Airtight Willie and Me 75: I hoboed heroin’s express train to you know where. |
3. (also where you know) the lavatory.
Ulysses 338: When she wanted to go where you know she said she wanted to run and pay a visit to Miss White. | ||
Teachers (1962) 188: Who should be the first goon I trip over coming in [...] but this batty-looking old dear tottering out of the you-know-where. |