Throwing up after a heavy drinking session, either on the evening or the following morning. Chunderbirds involves a ranking system dependant upon the amount of time thrown up.
Chunderbird private (1-2)
Chunderbird sky officer (3-4)
Chunderbird ground warden (5-6)
Chunderbird brigadier (7-8)
Chunderbird death agent (9-10)
Chunderbird apache warrior (11+)
A Chundersaurus Rex is a person who, after thought of as being able to handle their alcohol, has one spectacularly inebriated night where their inner identity reveals itself and their stomach contents leaves their body with a roar of defiance.
Usually quite quiet until drunk, and the chundering tends to become a habit at inebriated social events involving Jack Daniels.
- 'Look who it is, the Chundersaurus Rex'
- 'Crap, isn't their anyone who didn't hear about that incident?'
- 'At least you're not Captain Jack.'
1) Whilst feeling hungover, on the come-down, or in any situation that arouses a feeling similar to having a pig shit inside your skull, this exclamation may be muttered or yelled, in order to relieve some stress.
2) It may also be used as an jovial insult at someone in such a situation as described above.
1) A man naked and alone at T in the Park arises from his tent, looks at the surrounding landscape, and then raises his eyes to the heavens. After a pregnant pause he exclaims: 'I've lost ma mates, ma clothes, all ma money, and ma self-respect .... CHUNDERBAWS!!!!!'
2) A young banker trips up whilst walking down the street and lands in a heefty pile of pig shite; a verbose passerby yells: 'CHUNDERBAWS!!!!!'
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."