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writer's block 

A condition that may occur while writing. It causes the person afflicted to be unable to think of what to write next. Typically, the less interesting the topic is to the writer, the higher the severity and chance of occurence.

Some English instructors (different from teachers, who actually teach) will exploit this by having their students write about a topic that hardly anyone cares about. Those who get the most severe cases of writer's block will fail because they couldn't think of anything to write.
A: So I had to write an essay over the importance of having friends with different cultures and whatnot.
B: How'd you do?
A: I got writer's block before I could even begin. And failed.
B: Again?
A: Again.
writer's block by Tisteca February 11, 2009
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white guy 

something only a white guy would look up on urban dictonary
white guy:I'M going to look up white guy on urban dictonary
white guy by thechas3 October 7, 2020

White Lion 

The eight-roper of jizzle displayed around the posterior neck meat of a darker-fleshed female after the male aborts his doggy ride and aims for said money shot.
"yeah. Incredible night...I pulled out and painted her with a mane of dick snot...She said she was a white lion..."
White Lion by TopBun November 24, 2016

walter white virus 

When your computer just randomly fucks itself after searching up anything related to Walter White from hit television show Breaking Bad.
"Last time I searched up Walter White, my computer monitor broke."
"You must have got the walter white virus."

Sunshine Rainbow White Pony 

An innocent song that people joke about because it sounds like the fabled n-word.
Also, it actually bops.
"Yo, search up sunshine rainbow white pony and go to 1:00."
*searches it up*
"Bro, wtf..."

My Name Is Walter Hartwell White 

My name is Walter Hartwell White. I live at 308 Negra Arroyo Lane, Albuquerque, New Mexico, 87104. This is my confession. If you're watching this tape, I'm probably dead- murdered by my brother-in-law, Hank Schrader. Hank has been building a meth empire for over a year now, and using me as his chemist. Shortly after my 50th birthday, he asked that I use my chemistry knowledge to cook methamphetamine, which he would then sell using connections that he made through his career with the DEA. I was... astounded. I... I always thought Hank was a very moral man, and I was particularly vulnerable at the time - something he knew and took advantage of. I was reeling from a cancer diagnosis that was poised to bankrupt my family. Hank took me in on a ride-along and showed me just how much money even a small meth operation could make. And I was weak. I didn't want my family to go into financial ruin, so I agreed. Hank had a partner, a businessman named Gustavo Fring. Hank sold me into servitude to this man.