A U.S. Army term for a person who will point out how fucked up your boots and uniform are. But in contrast their uniform and boots are worse than yours. This type of person is either a supervisor or a peer. Often associated with spot light rangers.
Hey man where the hell are you going we are supposed to be in the motorpool. Well the boot weasel caught me at the gate this morning and pointed out in front of the Sergeant Major that my boots were fucked up. So now I have to go to Mount Olympus this afternoon to show him that I am really squared away. Well it sounds to me that the boot weasel pulled out his ball bag musket and put his balls in your mouth. No man it felt like doing the hamstring stretch standing while someone put their vein laden meat pipe in my ass.
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."