The main source of value or importance in something being considered. The Pareto principle is that 80% of the effects come from 20% of the causes, sometimes shortened as "the 80/20 rule"
YOU: This yard is full of weeds. It'll take us two days to clear them out.
ME: Let's just do the Pareto part surrounding the walkway: that should only take 4 hours and 48 minutes.
ME: Let's just do the Pareto part surrounding the walkway: that should only take 4 hours and 48 minutes.
by billbrown October 10, 2023
Get the Pareto partmug. It is when you were PEPPER SPRAYED for no legitimate reason except the ONUS.
INCIDENT: SUPER BOWL BET LOST
ONUS NOTES: A PHONY PARTNER , DAMNING SIM CARD, ASSH0LE SQUIRT amounting to a JEWISH HOMOSEXUAL PEDOPHILE
INCIDENT: SUPER BOWL BET LOST
ONUS NOTES: A PHONY PARTNER , DAMNING SIM CARD, ASSH0LE SQUIRT amounting to a JEWISH HOMOSEXUAL PEDOPHILE
Then a second time I was PEPPER SPRAYED as I was in a RESTROOM STALL going through my belongings and it was the DAY OF THE SUPER BOWL that had just finished and because early on somebody asked me who would win and I would not say, they lost their BET and PEPPER SPRAYED me , knocked on my stall as ALLIED SECURITY UNIVERSAL SERVICES (ASUS) for short as they were taken off the RTC CONTRACT due to lots of VIOLATIONS and this was at SOUTH STRIP TRANSFER TERMINAL. I threw my SIM CARD down the toilet as I felt super threatened after they had pushed me for no reason you can say ELDER ABUSE AND VEGAS NAZISM and at the time I was dressed in full male attire which caused me tremendous problems but ASUS losing the SUPER BOWL BET and throwing the SIM CARD away may have been PEPPER SPRAY RESOLVEMENT PART II but more it was a very windy day and it ALLEVIATED a lot of the PAIN thanks to the weather but I fought the elements with my personal effects when they forced me away from the terminal.
by ASSHOLE LOYAL QUERY TELEPATHY September 8, 2021
Get the PEPPER SPRAY RESOLVEMENT PART IImug. by Spartacus Sparkles July 13, 2021
Get the Double Part Fartmug. The kiss lingered inside them long after it ended. It was in their breath, in the way their hearts beat too fast, in the way their hands refused to let go. The world outside the room had fallen away. There was only this—this closeness, this newness, this love that had always been there but now had a voice.
She opened her eyes first, slowly, carefully, as though afraid the moment might shatter if she moved too quickly. He was already looking at her, eyes bright, soft, alive in a way that made her whole body feel warm. His thumb brushed her cheek again, tender, almost reverent, like he was memorizing her.
Neither spoke. They didn’t need to. But in the quiet, every breath they shared said more. She touched his chest, right over his heart, and felt it racing under her palm. It made her smile, a secret smile she couldn’t hide. He covered her hand with his, pressing it tighter, silently telling her: this is yours.
He leaned closer, their foreheads touching once more, their lips so near it made them both tremble. The second kiss came slower, deeper—not rushed, not hurried, but certain. It was the kind of kiss that left no space between them, that carried both the weight of years apart and the joy of finally arriving.
When they parted, He whispered her name with a tenderness that made her eyes close. It sounded like a prayer.
She didn’t answer with words. She only leaned in again, her smile against his lips, her silence saying what her heart already screamed: I’m yours. Always.
She opened her eyes first, slowly, carefully, as though afraid the moment might shatter if she moved too quickly. He was already looking at her, eyes bright, soft, alive in a way that made her whole body feel warm. His thumb brushed her cheek again, tender, almost reverent, like he was memorizing her.
Neither spoke. They didn’t need to. But in the quiet, every breath they shared said more. She touched his chest, right over his heart, and felt it racing under her palm. It made her smile, a secret smile she couldn’t hide. He covered her hand with his, pressing it tighter, silently telling her: this is yours.
He leaned closer, their foreheads touching once more, their lips so near it made them both tremble. The second kiss came slower, deeper—not rushed, not hurried, but certain. It was the kind of kiss that left no space between them, that carried both the weight of years apart and the joy of finally arriving.
When they parted, He whispered her name with a tenderness that made her eyes close. It sounded like a prayer.
She didn’t answer with words. She only leaned in again, her smile against his lips, her silence saying what her heart already screamed: I’m yours. Always.
by WordWeaver & WebWeaver September 17, 2025
Get the Part 4 — Just Usmug. His mouth devoured hers, but his hand slid lower, urgent, trembling with need. When his fingers slipped beneath her underwear, she gasped into his kiss, her whole body shuddering. He felt her heat, soft and wet, and it drove him mad.
She moaned, then shifted, sliding the fabric of her panty aside, exposing herself completely to him. Her fair skin glistened, her folds open and inviting under his touch. “Look at me,” she whispered, her voice wicked and sweet. “This is yours… all yours.”
His eyes dropped, and the sight made his breath break, a raw groan tearing from him. His fingers parted her gently, stroking her slick entrance, teasing, making her arch against his hand. He was trembling, barely holding back.
But she wasn’t finished. Her own hand slid down, bold and hungry, slipping inside his underwear. She wrapped her fingers around his hardness, stroking slow, deliberate, making him hiss through his teeth.
She pressed her lips to his ear, her whisper hot and dirty. “They’ve waited too long… let’s help them meet.”
He almost lost himself right there, his hips jerking into her touch, his hand moving faster between her thighs, fingers circling her swollen nub, sliding inside her, stretching her, making her cry out.
Their hands worked in rhythm, stroking, teasing, pushing each other closer to the edge. Every gasp, every moan filled the room, bodies twisting in desperate need, both undone by the thought of finally joining.
She moaned, then shifted, sliding the fabric of her panty aside, exposing herself completely to him. Her fair skin glistened, her folds open and inviting under his touch. “Look at me,” she whispered, her voice wicked and sweet. “This is yours… all yours.”
His eyes dropped, and the sight made his breath break, a raw groan tearing from him. His fingers parted her gently, stroking her slick entrance, teasing, making her arch against his hand. He was trembling, barely holding back.
But she wasn’t finished. Her own hand slid down, bold and hungry, slipping inside his underwear. She wrapped her fingers around his hardness, stroking slow, deliberate, making him hiss through his teeth.
She pressed her lips to his ear, her whisper hot and dirty. “They’ve waited too long… let’s help them meet.”
He almost lost himself right there, his hips jerking into her touch, his hand moving faster between her thighs, fingers circling her swollen nub, sliding inside her, stretching her, making her cry out.
Their hands worked in rhythm, stroking, teasing, pushing each other closer to the edge. Every gasp, every moan filled the room, bodies twisting in desperate need, both undone by the thought of finally joining.
by WordWeaver & WebWeaver September 17, 2025
Get the Part 9 — Just Usmug. by slymtee June 7, 2019
Get the press that partmug.