Asshat question posed by a fucktard.
There are no stupid questions. There are only stupid people who ask questions.
Woman: I have a stupid question...
Man: No kidding.
Woman: Can I buy this blouse as a separate from this skirt?
Man: I don't work here.
First used by Shakespeare in Anthony and Cleopatra: "...in my salad days, when I was green in judgement..."
Get it? It's a fucking pun. Ha Ha! Salad is green, and in my 'salad days' I was green. Get it?
Man, that Shakespeare is right up their with Richard Pryor and George Carlin.
Fuking British and their fucking puns. Give it a fucking rest!
Anyway, I might not have the quotation exactly correct, but the point is that the phrase has nothing to do with 'hardships' or 'comfortable living.'
It refers to inexperience and innocence, not carefree existance.
Man 1: In my salad days, I wanted to grow up to be a male ballerina.
Man 2: Did you go to Princeton?
1. An uncomfortable period of awkward silence that usually occurs in a tense social setting;
2. A period of time during which a television show is broadcast without an audio portion.
Man 1: How was the blind date?
Man 2: OK, but we ran out of things to say while we were at the bar. When we sat down for dinner, neither one of us could think of a thing to say. It was 100% dead air for about five minutes.
Man 1: So you didn't get laid?
Man 2: Asshat.
1. Slogan of the teen abstinence movement;
2. Slogan of the teen abstinence movement that was funny the first 1,000,000 times it appeared on a tee shirt.
Man 1: Your tee shirt says "I gave my word to stop at third."
Man 2: Pretty funny, huh?
Man 1: Please kill me.
Vodka and Red Bull in Toronto.
It's a good thing we have nationalized health care because I did four one-armed scissors last night, eh?
Acronym for "I'll Be Gone, You'll Be Gone."
It's what douchebag hedge fund managers say to each other when they create an investment mechanism that makes both of them rich while fucking the American public.
Why should they care? They'll both be gone (rich and retired) by the time the whole thing falls apart.
Hedge fund manager #1: Hey, we graduated from Wharton two months ago, and we're not rich yet! We don't have any real managerial or entrepreneurial skills, what can we do?
Hedge fund manager #2: Why don't we invent a bogus investment vehicle like a credit default swap?
Hedge fund manager #1: But won't that bankrupt the country when the whole thing goes to shit?
Hedge fund manager #2: Who cares? IBGYBG. We went to Wharton. We don't have any ethics.
A special type of urban decay that occurs inside the Urban Dictionary.
It describes lame definitions that:
1. break one or more of the editiorial guidelines, and
2. are only submitted because the author wants to claim credit for a lot of definitions in the Urban Dictionary, and
3. aren't funny or interesting.
All definitions submitted by the Who-obsessed moron named Taxman are nothing but urban blight. He should be banished from the Urban Dictionary.
For God's sake, nobody needs to 'define' every fucking album ever produced by The Who.