An medical variant of the condition known as 'tennis elbow' primarily affecting the dominant arm of hyperactive males who don't play tennis.
Jim: What's going on Doc? I can barely bend my right elbow.
Doctor: It's obviously a severe case of tennis elbow.
Jim: I don't play tennis, Dude.
Doctor: Do you stay up late, alone with a computer?
Jim: Uhh Maybe
Doctor: Are you right handed Jim?
Jim: Uhh Ya
Doctor: Jim, sorry to tell you but it looks like you've got a severe case of porno elbow. Unplug the computer for two weeks and you'll be fine.
A collection of mostly ex oil industry employees, paid to continually harp and shill about the pristine virtues of ethical oil so clean you could drink it, ad-nauseam, and to ensure that the misguided global warming problems of "other" countries don't slow down the escalating air pollution dreams of The Harp-oil Government's owners, ad-nauseam.
Little Oil: *&^K*!!! we've had another &^%king pipeline rupture again.... It's bad, really ^%$#king bad. What should we do?
Big Oil: No problemmo! I'll just call my boy in charge at the The Harp-Oil Government. He'll get the muzzels on his people and make sure nobody knows a thing about it. If they do, his team will harp on and on about how it was just a good old ethical oil spill, besides, he knows if we don't get we want we won't be bankrolling his next election campaign and he won't be buying those shiny new regime change jets we ordered. Remember, they're working for us."
Little Oil: "I love how you always make everything right!"
Big Oil: "It's not who you know son, it's who you own."
A vegetarian that eats meat at BBQ's, weekend dinners and restaurants.
Sally tells everyone she's a vegetarian but after dating her for six weeks I can tell you she's really only a partime-etarian.
A person that can produce their phone with lightning speed and return a text message almost instantaneously.
Jim: I hate texting with Jennifer.
John: Why's that Jim? She seems like a cool girl to me.
Jim: When you send her a text, it takes forever to get a response.
John: Ohh I hate that too! My new girl Sally has to be just about the fastest little phoneslinger I've ever met in my life.
Whenever you text her, you always have an answer right away. Always. I so love that!
Jim: Wow! I'm jealous already.
A person who continually calls their own cell phone to listen to the ringtone
It soon became apparent, the new next door neighbour was a cellabator and in dire need of a music system
A person who has officially exceeded one million texts on their cell phones.
John: Mary Lee told me 5 years ago that she has over 10,000 incoming and 5000 outgoing texts every month.
Jim: OMG! That's over 180,000 texts a year!!
John: Now she's telling everyone that she fully expects to be a certified textillionaire by the age of 16.
Jim: Wow! That's impressive considering how few friends she has...
Surprise, nocturnal cat attacks in which they fly silently through the air from unknown locations and altitudes before pouncing with full force anywhere on your bed at night.
Jim: "Thanks for letting me spend the night Sally, I always knew this day would come. Your cat is sooo cute! Does he always sleep all day? Sally? Where are you?
Sally: Yes, yes he does Jim. I'm under these six quilts and if you know what's good for you, you'd better do the same.
Jim: Are you kidding me? It's the middle of summer!
Sally: No, no I'm not kidding Jim. I'm sorry to say I have a really bad problem with cat-bombs and most men only stay over once after seeing their faces in the morning.
Jim: Where did you say you were again?