To be Gar-Failed is to know disappointment at a cosmic level: like Garfield waking up to an empty lasagna pan. Every Wednesday you get your hopes up—bowling shoes rented, camera ready, dough rising—and every Wednesday such bestie pulls a Gar-Fail, leaving you holding nothing but regret and extra pepperoni.
Example:
“Thought we were making pizza and going bowling, but Greg Gar-Failed me again.”
One-liner roasts:
When Garfield hates Mondays, but Greg makes you hate Wednesdays.
To be left standing alone in bowling shoes, holding a camera and a homemade pizza sauce.
Greg ghosts Garfield Day harder than Garfield ghosts diets.
Ken-Gar is a tawny enclave in well-off Montgomery County, Maryland. Its name comes from the contraction of Kensington, and Garrett Park, betwixt which it is platted. It is defined by the heavily wooded Rock Creek Park on several sides, railway on the south side, and has but a single entrance. Ironically, some of the children who live in the neighborhood fancy it "rough" due to the predominately minority populace, but it is in fact an old, well-settled neighborhood with a rich history, several churches, and a civic-minded populace.
Derived from the baseball WAR rating, the GAR rating stands for girls above replacement. A GAR rating can be assigned to anything from a new article of clothing to a new car and basically describes the amount of girls that you will now get with every year that you wouldn't have gotten without it.
These new pants are sweet...the GAR rating is at least 2.0
Dude why would you sell your car? It had a 5.0 GAR rating
That sweater has a GAR of like 20. I just popped a boner