noun
1. Phenomenon when, after blowing your nose into a tissue, you sense the distinct feeling of the booger dislodging from nose but fail to find the booger in the tissue. Then, after some passage of time, the booger is discovered on a part of your shirt that seems physically impossible.
2. Rarer phenomenon when the booger winds up on another individuals shirt due to proximity when blowing the nose.
3. A person who regularly displays boogers on their shirt as described in #1.
Business Meeting
Johnson: My sales numbers this quarter surpassed budget again!
Boss: Johnson, what in the heck is that on your shirt collar?
Johnson: Huh? Aha, that's where he landed! It's just my shirt booger.
Boss: Ok, but what about the one on your shirtsleeve? Is that another shirt booger?
Johnson: Yeah...
Boss: Johnson, your booger surpassed the tissue again, you're such a shirt booger!
One whom secretly flicks boogers on public urinal walls right in front of the urinal. Also the metal doors right in front of the public toilet, the toilet walls leave for complete stealth and privacy, but the urinal is a first choice as more people will be exposed the booger(s). This is not limited to males, females will usually do this to get back at their friends, thus mostly doing this in a private home bathroom. There is a code amongst the Booger Bandit elite-'Never cover up another Bandits handiwork, only improve on the motherfucker with a perfectly placed booger.'
Whilst taking a shit at work, Mark peered straight ahead and noticed that the office Booger Bandit was in fine form that morning having covered the toiled door with a red and green booger. He was disgusted, yet curiously aroused by the mystique and dedication of the Booger Bandit.
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 realbirthday. 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."