A man who stares at a woman in a way that makes her feel uncomfortable or creeped out.
Said man believes himself to be Joey Tribbiani giving her "The Look," but somehow he never gets around to actually stepping up and asking her, "How you doin'?"
Such a stare is not entirely vacant, but it is completely devoid of self-awareness and it gives good men everywhere a bad name just for looking.
"Dude, if you wanna' check out chicks, you can feast your eyes, but don't be a fucking starehole about it. Either talk to her or move the fuck on with your life.”
One of the most kind, caring, appreciative persons there are. She never gives up on her dream. Works hard for what she wants, Usually has the best mother. Deep sense of fashion and an amazing best friend. She shouldn't be traded for the world.
A meaningless, unimpressive, self-serving introduction. An indicator that the story about to be shared will be pointless and dumb.
Back when I lived in upstate new york, I also had to park on the street - on two occasions, we got enough snow, mixed with just the right plowing, that my car was lifted off the ground from so much snow being jammed underneath it.
Sister: This meeting was to discuss the rough draft of my essay, where we discussed the subsidiary questions I added in my rough draft. We also discussed the relationship between my main title and the real-life situations I chose to use in my essay. We discussed the structure of my essay as well, specifically the Math AOK section and how it relates to the contradiction of the title. This second meeting was particularly helpful in discussing the implications of my essay claims and how to apply the title across various areas of knowledge. There were many sections of the essay that could have been cut down in wordiness and the ways of knowing required further and more in-depth analysis.
An absolutely foolproof way to keep minors from viewing content deemed "too mature" for them to watch.
Billy: "So I was trying to watch some videos for an M rated game, and I ran into an age gate, so I put in my real birthday. SOMEHOW it managed to figure out that I am 12. CURSE YOU AGE GATE!!!"
Bill: "Fucking age gate! *quick scroll* THERE! I was born on January 1, 1904. Fuck you age gate."