|1.||It is what it is|
A way of demonstrating apathy; an unwillingness to evoke change; a way of saying "It's not of interest to me."
Teacher: I just found out that OSHA regulations do not cover public employees in Florida. I was injured due to school construction and now have permanent hearing loss.
Friends: Oh well...It is what it is.
|2.||AIM rap battle|
when 2 people attempt to rhyme and make raps to diss each other. this kind of battle is done over AIM. white kids who suck at rapping trying to act black usually resort to this kind of battle.
kid will: yo lets do an AIM rap battle cuz we aint got nuttin else to do and we suck at rapping and we wanna be blackmore...
kid keji: AIGHT! lets do dis.
kid will: what u gonna do nigga?
kid will: im bigga than u
kid will: i can huslte more shit that u can think of prude
kid will: i had to stop my rhymin cause my bitch walked in
kid will: but i wont eva stop, eva stop rhymin kid
kid will: cause im da kind king of da south they all know me by name
kid kenji: u say ur black, and ghetto, and goddamn hood, but u can
dance about as well as Elton John could
kid kenji: u say ya straight, and right, and downright pimp, but to
tell u the truth, i see a bleached white blimp.
kid will: i might be a blim, and down right chubby, but that more than u
can say cause the girl wanna fuck me
kid kenji: the girl wanna fuck u? gimme a break. ur like some boobs and
a dick on a birthday cak
kid will: U think that u can take me? the kind of da south?
kid will: FUCKING ASS is all that u do
kid will: i wish that u would stop and let me do what i do?
kid kenji: William Ashby Brewer? The king of the south? Thats hard to
say when u got someone's dick in yo mouth.
kid will: but apparently ur gay and u just fuck up there hair, see da gurl
dont like u cause u cant find that spot, i can understand how it might be
hard, cause u dicks to small to get the spot in ur bitches.....
kid kenji: i cant find the spot? my dick is too small? well see the
problem is that u, u have ...
Artarmon is a suburb of Sydney, Australia, located between neighboring suburbs Chatswood and North Sydney.
It is known to be a hotbed for illegal drug trafficking, illegal prostitution and for having heavy gang activity. Among it's heavy crime rate, Artarmon has been recognised as a class 1 problem area for having a blatant disregard for state and national health/sanitation standards, with much of the towns sewage being dumped in the street.
Due too it's clear 'ghetto-like' status, Artarmon's housing prices have been slowly slipping since the late 1980's.
Some speculate that this slow drop in real-estate value has not been because of the high crime rate and inadequate sewerage system, but because of the birth of the one they call 'Tom'.
This speculation is understandable as Tom cannot resist shouting profanity and thrusting his pelvis at any female who walks past, despite their age. Subsequently, to battle Tom a band of noble warriors have set up the "Tom is not my friend" brotherhood.
We must show him what he does is wrong...We must save Artarmon.
God, Artarmon stinks....Ghetto's sure do suck. Oh look, its Tom...
Tom - "Hey ladies /thrusts pelvis/"
Term used to denote a type of street race that occurs specifically on a long stretch of highway. Generally, this type of race is impromptu, or spur of the moment, and is challenged while moving on the highway. Racers may or may not know one another.more...
Typically, while driving down the highway, driver 1 pulls in to a left or right position (when highway structure permits)behind the individual he wishes to challenge. Driver 1 then flashes his high beam headlights a number of times to officially challenge driver 2. Driver 2 would accept the challenge by turning on his flashers or hazard lights, or decline the race by applying his brakes, thus activating his vehicle's brake lights and indicating to driver 1 that they decline the challenge.
If the challenge is accepted, driver 1 pulls along side driver 2. A few moments are spent prepping for the race by getting at the proper speed, which is usually determined by driver 2. Driver 1 then holds up a number of fingers to indicate which horn blast the race will begin on (typically 3). Driver 2 would nod in agreement, and driver 1 would then honk his horn the agreed amount (here it's 3). Immediately on the third horn blast both participants mash the throttle and begin the race. The race is determined in a number of ways, though normally it ends when the lead car has held a stong lead of at least 5 car links ahead of his opponent for about 10 to 15 seconds...
|5.||FB suggestion battle|
On Facebook when a friend suggestion appears at the top of your screen for multiple weeks but you will not send that individual a friend request and they won't send one to you because of dominance. The person who finally sends the request to the other is declared that person's bitch.
Cam: "Me and Eric have 117 friends in common but he won't send me a friend request"
Stevie: "Don't give in and lose the FB suggestion battle man!"
Cam: "I'm not, he's my bitch"
A Status Battle is when you or more of your friends are either a. not talking to each other in real life but want to send a messing subtle or not to the other to let them know how they feel or make them jealous. or b. You and your friends join statuses to attract other people to believe the same thing or talk to you.
Status Battle Examples
Example for A. Jordan(Im a fight with Julie and i know she likes Eminem and Pink so im gonna play those songs and make them my status to attract her attention).... Julie (Ughh i want jordan to talk to me so bad so im gonna play his favorite music and make it my status)
Example for B. John, Jacob and Schmidt's stauses WALK FOR CANCER JOIN NOW AND IM US FOR INFO
when going down on the girl, you discover a bush that's not quite to your liking, so you take out your blow torch and set that shit ablaze; commonly known as the Flambé and the Scorcher
Bro that hookup with Emily was such a dissapointment...so i decided to give her a lil lawn mowin of my own and Napalm Bombed that bitch like the Viet Cong
Although Emily's hygeine was not what i expected it to be, I managed to salvage the moment by laying waste to her tumbleweed with a well-timed Napalm Bomb.
I took the Czar's advice and used a Scorched-Earth Policy so my battle tank could infiltrate the enemy gates