Boston

A popular nomenclature, first coined by the people of Massachusetts to describe a colossal labyrinth of seemingly unnavigable streets and causeways.
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Chemistry

The study of meaningless numbers and letters through complex equations, usually taught by a professor who owns or operates a methamphetamine lab on the side to help subsidize his/her meager income.
While I failed high school chemistry, my teacher was fired the following year for incompetence.
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Individualist

One who refuses to adhere to or conform to the ways and standards of others, and thus has instead decided to live by his/her own unique standards and unorthodox practices just like all the other unique and unorthodox individualists.
"I'm not very much of an individualist."
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Luck

An indiscriminate phenomenon of chance or fate, which one comes to increasingly appreciate less with hard work.
Pretty much every time you get something you know you don't deserve
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Sorority

1. A collegiate organization for women who either subscribe to the ideals of fascism - specifically the belief that ordered communities of learning should be structured along arbitrary social lines of division which should then be distinguished from one another by the letters of an extinct alphabet and further reinforced by secret ceremonies and pledges of allegiance to their clan - or for women who just want to get drunk and screw around a lot.
2. A community of college age women who are united in their passionate thirst to shop, especially when it comes to buying themselves friends.
Although the above definitions do not apply to any sorority in particular, I believe they nonetheless characterize the spirit of most sororities currently active in United States academia.
by nethcev! August 18, 2006
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Poem

A measuring stick for the depth of one’s heart.
A poem: "Handshake"

"He comes to shake my hand; locking my palm in a grip of iron. One can only wonder why he chooses to hold me so firmly; in what is such a powerful vice of muscle and flesh? Is it my hand he intends to crush with this brutal grasp? Or is it the aspirations he believes I still hold for his woman? Could it be more? Could he actually be so foolish as to think it even possible to crush my very love for her with only but his fingers? HA!! Such is the reasoning of this simple fool. Let me assure you my friend, both hands and more will break before that day!"
by nethcev! September 10, 2006
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