Making wild and often times unbelievable assumptions or using far fetched ideas and possibilities to reach the desired conclusion.

1. Patter which is barely sensible, as in grasping at straws when trying to chat someone up.
2. The mispronounced name of Arberg, the host of a party in Steven King's Tommyknockers; a drunken poet mangles Arberg into Arglebargle.

1. Talk or patter which is barely sensible, as in grasping at straws when trying to chat someone up, desperate nonsense which is all over the place.
2. The mispronounced name of Arberg, the host of a party in Steven King's Tommyknockers; a drunken poet mangles "Arberg" into "Arglebargle"

That kid in class who ALWAYS has to raise his hand and say something (ask a question, make a comment, correction, etc). Typically has a nerdy voice, and appears nervous. In the most extreme cases has absolutely no idea what he's talking about, or where he's going with his question/comment. The teacher's response to the offending 'Actually Guy' will be somewhere between dumbfound silence, or grasping at straws to respond and be nice. Some teachers won't tolerate such nonsense and will simply tell them to stop talking immediately, or more politely tell them to allow other people to 'participate' in class.

Another way to identify an Actually Guy is to take a close look at the classroom's response to him. If there's a large amount of stifled giggles, whispers or audible groans there's a good chance you have a loose Actually Guy sitting in your very classroom. If he does this more than twice per class period, it's a very dangerous one.

Exactly what it states above! Freedom of expression is a wounderful thing but, dang this takes it to that holy shit level of what the fuckness, that would make Ron Jeremy blush!

Her: I don't need to know
Whatever his/her psuedo is for the day: But...
Her: I don't want to know!
WHPIFTD: Yes you doo..
Her: No, I freakin don't!

Her: No, I just got screwed over literary and literaly but and arrogant prick named JOHNATHAN, and I know what the problem is. I need therapy why, sigmund the tourfromtheville?
WHPIFTD: So you don't punch him in the face!
Her: Ha ha...He's not worth the negitave energy it would take to throw down or want to for that matter.
WHPIFTD: Why not?

Her: Because, It's all like free therapy for the masses and I don't need therapy!
WHPIFTD: Yes you do!
WHPIFTD: Well, why not!
Her: He knows why and the day he stops lying for himself and being a douchebag of doom to prove the wrong point he'll understand.
WHPIFTD: You don't want to know really???
Her: Thats the thing. . .There are wants and desires / needs and nourishments. And he's feeding off the wrong end of tryed to twist my life all up in bullshit because he's shady as hell! They should have named him sir fucksoveralot and he can be gangster and go fuck himself for a change!
WHPIFTD: And how does that make you feel?

A word used by ignorant white people to offend Black people inadvertantly (because sometimes they are just grasping at straws for a reason to feel oppressed, not all the time, just sometimes) because the white person really didn't know what it meant and just happened to ask her black friend, because she also happens to be her coolest friend, the one most familiar with slang. I would have asked a person of any race were that person better connected than Gaia with american vernacular, but she is the best I know.

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