equal in time to about ten, maybe fifteen, guy minutes.
Baby, yelling from the bedroom walk-in closet "I'll be ready in just a minute, Honey"
Honey, sitting on the living room couch for the last half hour deleting things from his cell phone "K, Baby. Is that a girl minute or a boy minute?"
Honey turns on the TV, kicks up his shoes on the coffee table, throws the remote to the other side of the couch.
Performing arguably "useful" searches in a store or on the internet when in fact you're just wasting time and goofing off.
Instead of scouring the bookstore or internet for assistance with his calculus homework, Steve spent untold hours engaged in relevant procrastination researching netbook computers "for his mom".
A fan of a college or university's sports team only because they bought or own a shirt from it but never graduated from it.
Their exclusive association is through being a fan of the college or university's sports team.
Often the fan is too stupid to graduate college but can regurgitate great volumes of team fact, history and legend.
Steve is a retail alumni for Alabama only because his inbred uncle-daddy
and cousins are also a retail alumni.
None of them have even set foot on campus, let alone attended, and probably couldn't even show you where it was on a map.
Tough Sh!t Ticket (archaic). An imaginary/facetious "ticket" (as in train ticket) to someplace that doesn't exist, like Pity City. Essentially meaning "too bad, so sad, you ain't getting what you want, I am unsympathetic to your dilemma or plight".
Alternatively, some sort of financial aid or assistance for those experiencing hard times, like food stamps or WIC vouchers.
Awwwww. I'm so sorry your girl/boy friend is sick and you failed your test. Here... Let me get you a pair of TS Tickets to Pity City
and you two can have a good day.
A person whom while able to minimally function in society, hold a job (at varying degrees of success), feed, clothe & house themselves still remain a disaster at nearly all other personal & social aspects of life.
They are your severely disturbed, paranoid and/or inappropriate coworkers, family & friends, yet remain gainfully employed, operate vehicles daily and manage to not starve to death.
An attribute which begins to burn immediately at first impression as the viewer becomes increasingly aware the subject is indeed NOT attractive to look at.
Typically, as a romance wanes the candle burns faster.
The beauty candle for some women burns rather rapidly; almost a flare, really.
For others the beauty candle burns slow, taking hours, days or even years to realize "Hmm... She's kinda weird looking. Not pretty at all. What was I thinking"
An imaginary destination where everyone sincerely cares about your sad sack story.
Awwww... I'm so sorry your girl/boy friend left you for your sibling. Please allow me to buy you a TS ticket
to Pity City where we can sit for hours while I listen to your whole sordid life story of woe. No. Reeeealy!