Going downstairs in the middle of the night to get a drink only to find your father and his buddies circle-jerking to the movie "Willow"...and it doesn't phase you.
Yo, I heard about your dad beating off to a picture of Gary Coleman at work and getting caught by his boss. If that shit don't fuck you off, you must be bullet-proof, man.
A female of any dissent, who refers to the use of improperly inserting a weave to the top of their head. The extensions from the weave seem to protrude greatly from one's roots, thus creating an alien shaped affect, similiar to the likes of Predator. With such lift and body, the hair seems to serve as a means of protection, such as teflon abilities to block stray bullets. Therefore, for safety precautions, you may want to have at least one friend with a Bullet Proof Wig.
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.