A Bobbington is a type of person loves chocolate and cranberry juice. They are awesomely awesome with a cherry on top. Their face is known to turn bright red at any time of the day. They have gold hair and are very, very, very, really, really crazy. Anyone who is friends with a Bobbington is one of the luckiest people in the world.
Person 1: Hi, who are you?
Person 2: I don't know, who are you?
Person 1: I am your loyal friend Bobbington.
Person 2: oh.
A very caring, beautiful, sexy woman in her 50's. Sarah loves cooking for her children and husband, they mean the world to her. Sarah loves writing in the meantime and will have friends over for tea parties usually. She loves hosting parties but sometimes she gets very mad for no reason.
Random inflammatory bumps on the body caused by a bullshit vaccine injection
Those boatington bumps all over your arms and legs after covid vaxxine injection must be caused by "anxiety" just like the small fiber neuropathy and microvascular inflammation in your brain
The Smiley-face-wearing box-shaped Harbingers of Doom in the game Dead Space. They mean ultimate death to all who oppose them and are indestructable. As of yet there are only 12 known Boxingtons.
"Holy Crap! I justgot killed by a box!"
"That wasn't a box, it was Sir Boxington the 6th!"
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."