The bubbly girl was trying to offer and welcome people to somewhere and something that was never hers to offer or welcome anyone to, and never would be. She really thought she owned the place.
by The Original Agahnim August 10, 2021
Welcomes is a nigger
by Joe binson November 24, 2023
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by Ubeenbamboozledson March 12, 2024
Hym "WELCOME! Welcome to the version of reality where a guy does the thing I'm doing. How's it going? How you feeling tonight? I don't even who what to call this... But that's not important. Are your enjoying my little... Thing? Is it good? For me it's like feeding geese... Or ducks. Num num num! Is it... Is it yummy? This is cool. This is a cool thing to have done. Good job me."
by Hym Iam August 15, 2022
When a French expat wants to move back to France, the government requirements are far greater than moving out.
by CrispyKriz February 07, 2021
The humorous knighted-Scottish-actor impersonation that you eye-twinkingly utilize to address your companion(s) when letting them into a building of some kind where the "regular" entrance had been either locked, jammed, or obstructed with objects/debris on the inside, and so you have "gone around" and slipped into said edifice from an alternate door or other opening that you know about from previous visits here, wormed your way forward through the interior of the structure till you eventually reached the front access-point again, cleared away any blockage from the doorway-area, and then finagled/wrestled said door open for easier and less-obtrusive entry by your accompanying humans; this saves their all having to tiringly make extra steps all the way over to the side-entrance, slither through narrow doorways, clamber over obstructions, unnecessarily disturb other present occupants of said building, etc..
Years ago before we had a telephone of our own, my sister and I would occasionally go to make calls at the office of a fellow-low-income-neighbor's service-garage. The only problem was that the shop's French-window-style front door had a broken/loose latch-mechanism, and thus the door was often very balky about opening up from the outside. So to save my slight-figured and not-very-steady-on-her-extra-small-feet sister's having to wobblingly struggle her way into the office by an alternate route, I would merely leave her standing at the front door of the garage while I performed a classic "Welcome to The R-d-d-d-ock!" maneuver --- I'd hurriedly scuttle around back, quietly sidle in at the mechanics'-access door, unobtrusively pick my way through the service-bays where the guys were working and on into the office's rear entrance, forcibly fumble and jiggle the wobbly latch-mechanism to coax the front door into performing its "open sesame" routine, and then smilingly usher my still-patiently-waiting sister inside the office and over to the old swivel-chair by the desk where the phone was.
by QuacksO May 22, 2019