Never mind the quality...feel the width. Phrase used to persuade you that quantity is more important than quality. Originated from unscrupulous London backstreet tailors palming you off with cheap material instead of the good stuff for your suit.
"Hmm. This suit smells of dead germans and cat piss, and is sturdy enough to both restrain a rutting wart hog and give me heat-stroke if the mercury climbs above 60 degrees, my good man".
"Never mind the quality, feel the width my son! They don't make cloth like this anymore!"
"Never mind the quality, feel the width my son! They don't make cloth like this anymore!"
by Satandog April 22, 2006
...feel the width. Phrase used to persuade you that quantitiy is more important than quality. Originated from unscrupulous London backstreet tailors palming you off with cheap material instead of the good stuff for your suit.
"Hmm. This suit smells of dead germans and cat piss, and is sturdy enough to both restrain a rutting wart hog and give me heat-stroke if the mercury climbs above 60 degrees, my good man".
"Never mind the quality, feel the width my son! They don't make cloth like this anymore!"
"Never mind the quality, feel the width my son! They don't make cloth like this anymore!"
by Satandog April 18, 2006
In days long past, the Internet was a new and marvelous thing. The web was new and shiny, but most of the real action was in irc and usenet.
Every September, a whole new batch of college students would have access to the Internet for the first time, and the signal to noise ratio would absolutely go to shit. By the end of September, things usually returned to normal, and Usenet was useful again.
In 1993, September never ended. AOL connected its entire userbase to the Internet, and things never went back to normal. Before 9/93, there was (almost) no spam, being tricked into view a goatse.cx-type image was unlikely at best, and porn was free in the alt.binaries.erotica.* newsgroups, with nobody trying to extort a credit-card number.
We still live in the September that never ended.
Every September, a whole new batch of college students would have access to the Internet for the first time, and the signal to noise ratio would absolutely go to shit. By the end of September, things usually returned to normal, and Usenet was useful again.
In 1993, September never ended. AOL connected its entire userbase to the Internet, and things never went back to normal. Before 9/93, there was (almost) no spam, being tricked into view a goatse.cx-type image was unlikely at best, and porn was free in the alt.binaries.erotica.* newsgroups, with nobody trying to extort a credit-card number.
We still live in the September that never ended.
by danarak August 28, 2007
A phrase used to add to the end of a conversation, when you have just realized you crushed the person's hopes and dreams.
Kid 1: Man I wish I could get back with my ex you know...
Kid 2: Well she's back with her ex-boyfriend, and hates your guts.
Kid 1: ...
Kid 2: But you never know...
Kid 1: I know huh.
Kid 2: Well she's back with her ex-boyfriend, and hates your guts.
Kid 1: ...
Kid 2: But you never know...
Kid 1: I know huh.
by Daddy-Diaz May 22, 2010
British music comedy quiz show. Features celebrity guests singing intros and the like. Name is taken from punk band 'The Buzzcocks' and infamous punk album Never Mind The Bollocks Here's The Sex Pistols
by dudeman April 16, 2004
when trying to reschedule a meeting with someone you don't intend to ever meet. An old New Yorker cartoon?
by gabe97mom June 17, 2009
A squad, gang, group of african american young men who "never care" Often throw up the N.C. hand symbol as well as have a clothing line. Largely found in Denver Colorado near East Highschool
by Never Care Leader January 07, 2011