Among diecast car collectors, the term "Greenlighting" is rapidly catching on. It refers to activities related to the collecting of Greenlight diecast car models. Diehard fans join the "Under-The-Hood" club, a forum for zealous Greenlight enthusiasts which is very laid-back and a fun place for collectors of all types to just hang out and relax. Coined by a UTH member, falcongtho3, an active member of the club (there are over 1300 of us, and growing steadily.)
todd: so whatcha doin' tonight, dude?
rod: after work i'm going to the toy store to find some new models-everyone is releasing new diecasts in time for christmas.
todd: looking for anything in particular?
rod: Greenlights, of course! when i get home i'll log into the Under The Hood club to do some "Greenlighting."
todd: sounds cool! maybe i should check it out!
rod: no doubt!
LME stands for the three stages of masturbation. The 1st stage which is L, stands for Lubricate. The 2nd stage M, for Masturbate and the Final stage E, for Ejaculate.
Bob: Hey Johnny. What you up to tonight bro?
Johnny: Nothing much man. I'm just gonna stay home and LME.
Bob: Legalize Marijuana Exchange?
Johnny: No silly. I'm gonna LUBRICATE my penis. Then i'll log on to Spankwire and MASTURBATE. When i feel i'm about to cum, i'll EJACULATE.
A teejay (phonetic T J)
is a TSA code word for a male who opts out (refuses to go through the whole body scanner at the airport. It stands for "Tiny Johnson" and is presumably based on the idea that if a man doesn't want to be seen that way, it is because he has small equipment. See"gropefan" for female opt outs.
Don't forget to log the teejays before you go home.
A male in their early twenties to late thirties who is thus technically an adult but has the mentality of a ten-year-old boy. Rather than being a productive member of society, i.e. seeking employment and paying taxes, he chooses to live with his parents, sit on his ass, play video games, and talk shit on the internet. He thinks people who slave away at jobs they hate all day are fools, but, in fact, when his parents either die or kick his sorry ass into the street and he realizes he has the survival skills of a disfigured newborn baby bird, he'll see the joke is on him.
Also known as a 30-Year-Old Boy.
Productive member of society: Why don't you grow up and move out of your parents' house?
Ten-Year-Old Man: Because I don't have to and I know how good I have it. You shouldn't have moved out, dummy-head!
Productive member of society: Right, enjoy having to be quiet after 10pm and asking for gas money to drive to the mall and drool over girls who are by now half your age.
Ten-Year-Old Man: I don't know what my problem is with girls.
Productive member of society: Gee, let me think, oh maybe it's because you're a 25-year-old man who still lives at home.
Ten-Year-Old Man: What's wrong with that? I save money that way.
Productive member of society: Girls want someone who can actually provide for himself, not someone who's too scared to leave the nest. Also, if the opportunity to have sex DID present itself, they don't want to have it on your parents' couch.
Ten-Year-Old Man: How do you do dishes?
Productive member of society: What do you mean, don't you do dishes at home?
Ten-Year-Old Man: No, my mom does them.
Productive member of society: Your mom? Aren't you like 30 years old? No wonder nobody likes you.
Ten-Year-Old Man: Oh yeah, log on to World of Warcraft and say that shit!
Productive member of society: Whatever, loser.
A person, (usually a parent) that will go out of their way to stop you from getting it in at any time. They literally chop down your wood, rendering it unusable.
Girl - "I'd love to come over, but my mom says I have to go home right after the movie :/ again"
Guy - "THAT'S IT!! That logger has sawed my log one time too many!"
The irresistible urge to log into Facebook to see if you have any of those red number 1 icons in the upper left hand corner of your home page.
I can't stop clicking. I think I may have iconitis.
Typically a man (but let's not generalize) who sits on his computer (probably in a family members basement-apartment which he refers to as his lair) and frequents social networking sites for the sole purpose of creeping innocent internet browsers. Chatroulette is the #1 virtual gathering ground for internet creepers.
Imagine a boring night at home. You log onto chatroulette for shits and giggles and what do you see? Penis aka Internet Creeper.