1: The fear that if you dye your hair blonde in any shade, your IQ will automatically drop to that of a boardslut.
2: If you're blonde than your brain cells change to something like marshmellows (which are lighter than air) and float right out of the top of your head-very scary to watch.
3: The way we brunettes act around the skanky blondes we all love and know.
Blonde: Like, wow, my nails are Peachy Keen Pink. Do you think, that, maybe, like, it might not, like, go with my, like eyelashes? Wait-do eyelashes even have a color. I want to dye mine purple like Barney. Cool...
Brunette: I think that I am going to kill myself-you're the stupidest person I know. I think I'msuffering from blondephobiamitosis.
I don't buy the schmegegge about Morty sleeping with Moira.
His version of the story was pure schmegegge.
The whole schmegegge was made up to get Liz a little bit of attention.
Looking or experiencing something nice after witnessing something horrid like a disgusting gif or a disturbing video. Typically used as eye bleach are nice images of whatever makes the disturbed person happy.
Noun. Portmanteau of "street" and "road": it describes a street, er, road, built for high speed, but with multiple access points. Excessive width is a common feature. A common feature in suburbia, especially along commercial strips. Unsafe at any speed, their extreme width and straightness paradoxically induces speeding. Somewhat more neutral than synonymous traffic sewer.
Did you see what the traffic engineers want to do to our street? They're going to turn it into a total stroad!