Pronounced "bockling" - a team sportpopular in major cities with sense populations where taxis are common place. Involves the rotation of team members in and out of different taxis, when said taxis are not in motion. More experienced players are able to barrel roll out of the taxi while it IS in motion. The sport requires the use of full body suits made out of a material and similar in design to that of a morph suit, with the addition of protective padding in key areas to avoid road rash. Helmets are also used, which are similar to full face motorcycle helmets with the addition of an intercom system allowing team mates to communicate with one another. The goal of the sport is to get to the specified destination the fastest via taxi only and without paying.
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."