When a person inserts their hand into the
hanging shirt of someone
leaning over, passing through the legs from behind, past the chest, and, ideally, reaching
the pot of gold: the face, in order to sequentially tickle all aforementioned parts
Bobby: Meg was working out and I have her a wormhole
Wellington: No way, dude!
Bobby: She thought it was hilarious, said she'd never felt anything like it before.
Chad: Ben wormholed me and fuckin
tickled my face, I'm gonna beat his ass
Thad: It's OK, man, he ran upstairs, chill out