(fob fak-ter) -noun
1. describes the key elements and explanations to behaviour by members of the fob group - that fobs will carry out actions if the actions will increase their popularity/give them membership within a desired fob ingroup and/or will decrease the popularity of those in the outgroup OR the actions will continue to perpetuate negative feelings towards fob outgroup members thereby decreasing the outgroup's members' chances of joining the fob ingroup; only applies to fobs when they are around other fobs (i.e. not applicable to fobs' behaviour around caucasians, african americans, etc.)
2. a style of dress and fashion that is highlighted by high-power expensive brands such as LV, agnes B, Chanel etc. in complement with some elements of the hip-hop/r&b style of rappers in the states.
1. describes the key elements and explanations to behaviour by members of the fob group - that fobs will carry out actions if the actions will increase their popularity/give them membership within a desired fob ingroup and/or will decrease the popularity of those in the outgroup OR the actions will continue to perpetuate negative feelings towards fob outgroup members thereby decreasing the outgroup's members' chances of joining the fob ingroup; only applies to fobs when they are around other fobs (i.e. not applicable to fobs' behaviour around caucasians, african americans, etc.)
2. a style of dress and fashion that is highlighted by high-power expensive brands such as LV, agnes B, Chanel etc. in complement with some elements of the hip-hop/r&b style of rappers in the states.
1. ex. It must have been the fob factor that made Madeline gloat about her outings with the other executives we aren't friends with, after she was placed on the Asian Executive Council.
1. ex. Jane: Why doesn't Bob talk to us anymore after he came back from Hong Kong?
Janet: Two words: fob factor.
2. ex. That bape hoodie and the LV belt are the fob factors in Matthew's outfit today.
1. ex. Jane: Why doesn't Bob talk to us anymore after he came back from Hong Kong?
Janet: Two words: fob factor.
2. ex. That bape hoodie and the LV belt are the fob factors in Matthew's outfit today.
by stephaniehy February 27, 2009
Get the fob factor mug.The Par Factor is the active agent for the Law of Par, which is a derivative of Murphy's Law (anything that can go wrong, will). The Law of Par states that fate is out to screw you and you will get screwed in the end, not matter what.
As the active agent of the Law of Par, the Par Factor is what actually does the screwing.
As the active agent of the Law of Par, the Par Factor is what actually does the screwing.
Bob: "If you put your chips on red and I put my chips on black, there's a 97.3% chance that one of us will win!!"
Bill: "You're forgetting the Par Factor, there's no chance either of us will win, ever."
*wheel hits green*
Bob and Bill: "Par"
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When the weather has been beautiful every day you've been stuck inside at work, then the weekend comes and it immediately turns rainy and cold. That's the Par Factor showing you who runs the show.
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When your car breaks down at the furtherest point from home during your trip... AND you just realize you forgot your cell phone at home... AND the battery in your passenger's phone just died... AND a meteor comes blasting out of the sky and turns your car into a crater... that's par.
Bill: "You're forgetting the Par Factor, there's no chance either of us will win, ever."
*wheel hits green*
Bob and Bill: "Par"
or
When the weather has been beautiful every day you've been stuck inside at work, then the weekend comes and it immediately turns rainy and cold. That's the Par Factor showing you who runs the show.
or
When your car breaks down at the furtherest point from home during your trip... AND you just realize you forgot your cell phone at home... AND the battery in your passenger's phone just died... AND a meteor comes blasting out of the sky and turns your car into a crater... that's par.
by RacerStylez March 18, 2010
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bat shit crazy bitch, that interferes in her male friends affairs, doesn't know her place and clings
by snowwhite83 May 22, 2010
Get the shi factor mug.When you know and or meet someone for the first time and they dont vibe right and you get the feeling to want to smack they face off
Boy: Yo my nigga you got that smack factor son
Best Friend: The f**k is a smack factor
Boy: when you see someone or you meet someone for the first time and they dont vibe right and you just wanna smack the shit outta them
Best Friend: so you saying you wanna smack me?
Boy: Na homie but your moms on the other hand lol
Best Friend: The f**k is a smack factor
Boy: when you see someone or you meet someone for the first time and they dont vibe right and you just wanna smack the shit outta them
Best Friend: so you saying you wanna smack me?
Boy: Na homie but your moms on the other hand lol
by Krazzey8s October 7, 2011
Get the Smack Factor mug.When you like someone, but you can never muster up the courage to talk to them when they're with friends. Whether it's because you don't feel comfortable with the friends, or you don't want to embarrass yourself, these friends are a major cockblock for you.
Ex. 1. I want to talk to Tommy, but his friends are with him!
I hate being a victim to the Friend Factor!
Ex. 2. If I go up to Rick and his pals, I know I'll embarrass myself! Stupid friend factor >:(
I hate being a victim to the Friend Factor!
Ex. 2. If I go up to Rick and his pals, I know I'll embarrass myself! Stupid friend factor >:(
by NorthKorea June 26, 2012
Get the Friend Factor mug.1. Noun. The notion held by a person that anything done before they arrived was put in place by brain damaged trained monkeys and is complete and utter crap.
by Todi July 21, 2009
Get the The Crap Factor mug.Example 1: 'I ordered my plane ticket online without a problem. The dickage factor was really low.
Example 2: When I was traveling in country X, I needed to buy a train ticket. It took me 3 hours and almost cost me my life to go 2 km to get to the station. First I got a cab, but the driver apon just entering the flood of traffic clipped a horse-drawn cart;he got out and began a high-intensity verbal assalt on the conductor of the cart. So I started to walk to the station. The temperature started rising to meltdown levels. I walked to the side of road and my shoe was torn off by a partially open sewer hole.One shoe on and one off I flagged a cyclo (bike-powered taxi). I hopped over and got in it. After 10 minutes of break-neck peddling and hair raising riding i concluded that the cyclo driver was clinically insane or completely intoxicated or both as he swerved in and out of traffic and down the wrong way of several one way streets. As we rounded a hairpin narrow passage, I noticed that a bicycle wheel was rolling passed us. Funny that. Where could it have come from? A second later, our cyclo was airborne and sparks were flying off the axel and the tarmack from where our wheel had once been. Fortunately I hit the ground doing a pencil-stlye roll and didn't stop till my body wrapped around a U-turn sign. Now both shoes were gone. Before I moved, i did a quick inventory of my senses and body, a trick I do in morning yoga. Slowly, I made a stand feeling for my travel wallet unconsiously; it was there. Over the dust, pollution, motorbikes, cars, cows, and sundogs, I saw the train station. I looked left and right. Not Clear. I did this for 20 minutes with the same result. Finally, I saw a man cleaning car windows on the streets amongst the traffic. He darted in and around like a humming bird on Red Bull. As he drew near, I knew he was my safe vessel, my ticket to the other side and the train station. As we whipped by I jumped in behind him and mirrored his every move through the traffic. Within a minute, I was a meter away from the safe haven of the 'sidewalk.' Then, he turned and went back out into the center traffic. Within a nano-second, I decided to dart right and to the sidewalk on my own. I looked hard into the on-coming traffic, bent my torso and chest aft as a pick-up truck carrying scrap metal almost lopped off my head. in doing so, I put myself in harms way from the rear and a screamming head and horm from behind got me to bolt upright immediately. I paniced and sprinted to the sidewalk stepping on a broken bottle on the way. I tied off the bleeding cut and limped to the station. As I entered, I saw a line that was 50 people deep in front of the window selling tickets. I stood there three hours before gettting to the window. I told the seller I needed two tickets to K. He promptly stamped and wrote on a pair of tickets; I paid him and left. Apon arriving back to the hotel, I was asked how hard was it to get tickets to K. I responed with, "buying the tickets at the station was OK, but THE DICKAGE FACTOR of getting to the station was high--the dickage factor was through the roof."
Example 2: When I was traveling in country X, I needed to buy a train ticket. It took me 3 hours and almost cost me my life to go 2 km to get to the station. First I got a cab, but the driver apon just entering the flood of traffic clipped a horse-drawn cart;he got out and began a high-intensity verbal assalt on the conductor of the cart. So I started to walk to the station. The temperature started rising to meltdown levels. I walked to the side of road and my shoe was torn off by a partially open sewer hole.One shoe on and one off I flagged a cyclo (bike-powered taxi). I hopped over and got in it. After 10 minutes of break-neck peddling and hair raising riding i concluded that the cyclo driver was clinically insane or completely intoxicated or both as he swerved in and out of traffic and down the wrong way of several one way streets. As we rounded a hairpin narrow passage, I noticed that a bicycle wheel was rolling passed us. Funny that. Where could it have come from? A second later, our cyclo was airborne and sparks were flying off the axel and the tarmack from where our wheel had once been. Fortunately I hit the ground doing a pencil-stlye roll and didn't stop till my body wrapped around a U-turn sign. Now both shoes were gone. Before I moved, i did a quick inventory of my senses and body, a trick I do in morning yoga. Slowly, I made a stand feeling for my travel wallet unconsiously; it was there. Over the dust, pollution, motorbikes, cars, cows, and sundogs, I saw the train station. I looked left and right. Not Clear. I did this for 20 minutes with the same result. Finally, I saw a man cleaning car windows on the streets amongst the traffic. He darted in and around like a humming bird on Red Bull. As he drew near, I knew he was my safe vessel, my ticket to the other side and the train station. As we whipped by I jumped in behind him and mirrored his every move through the traffic. Within a minute, I was a meter away from the safe haven of the 'sidewalk.' Then, he turned and went back out into the center traffic. Within a nano-second, I decided to dart right and to the sidewalk on my own. I looked hard into the on-coming traffic, bent my torso and chest aft as a pick-up truck carrying scrap metal almost lopped off my head. in doing so, I put myself in harms way from the rear and a screamming head and horm from behind got me to bolt upright immediately. I paniced and sprinted to the sidewalk stepping on a broken bottle on the way. I tied off the bleeding cut and limped to the station. As I entered, I saw a line that was 50 people deep in front of the window selling tickets. I stood there three hours before gettting to the window. I told the seller I needed two tickets to K. He promptly stamped and wrote on a pair of tickets; I paid him and left. Apon arriving back to the hotel, I was asked how hard was it to get tickets to K. I responed with, "buying the tickets at the station was OK, but THE DICKAGE FACTOR of getting to the station was high--the dickage factor was through the roof."
by Royal Wulff September 14, 2009
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