Okay... You are bored. You are so vehemently bored that you actually decided to type out every single character on your small apple keyboard, including every "shift" version and every "alt" version and every "shift"+"alt" version.
WHO IN THE DOUBLE FUCK TYPES THIS SHIT OUT oh wait nvm
You have reached god tier boredom. You can tell your friends that you're better than them now.
Go on.
You've earned it.
Judge: The juror will now plead his case against the accusations of the mass slaughter of over five-hundred people.
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*Judge slumps over with blood oozing out of her empty eyesockets along with everyone else in the room*
*Defendant smiles, ˜Ø„ˆ˜˝ ˇÓŎ ÓˆÍ ÂÅÍÍ Â¨‰Î´‰Í „ˆÒÒ ÇØ˜ˇˆ˜¨´ Ó´ ˆÍ ˇÓ´ ϨLj˜˝ ˝ØÎ ØÏ ˇÓˆÍ ∏ˆˇˆÒ´Í „Øˇ‰ÒÎ"
Someone or something that bites your ankles.
To a postman, an ankle biter is often known as a dog.
To an adult, an ankle biter may be a toddler.
To hikers, an ankle biter is sometimes a tick.
And so on.
When a man will search for hours to find something that is laying out in the open on a table. Items are often easily found by a women.
Man: "I have been searching for hours for keys."
Woman: "You mean the ones sitting there on the coffee table?"
Man: "Where?"
Woman: "Right there in the middle of that table."
Man: "oh, must have been Male Pattern Blindness"