Coolest and most intimidating boss catchphrase ever to exist. A reference to the video game Street Fighter 3: Third Strike, in which upon reaching the boss stage, the boss character, Gill gives you a warm welcome with this phrase.
What is left of a highly esteemed person after a catastrophic blow to their reputation.
We can also see the staggering fact that after no more than two weeks on the job, Rosenstein’s public reputation, which was formidable, has been destroyed. He now joins a legion of Trump Dignity Wraiths, men and women (though mainly men) of once vaunted reputations or at least public prestige who have been reduced to mere husks of their former selves after crossing the Trump Dignity Loss Event Horizon.
A self-designated holiday taken to restore the self respect that was kicked to the curb by an inhuman act so generously offered by an egotistical boss who treats everyone like shit.
Yeah, I had to take a dignityday yesterday because my boss was such an asshole! He humiliated me in front of everyone during my own presentation.
A euphemistic term for any material (although most commonly a tissue) used to clean up after oneself post auto-eroticism.
Use in the singular is consistent even if more than one tissue is required for the mop up.
While most commonly applicable to, it is not maleexclusive.
After masturbating for the ninth time before noon, David realized this is what his life had amounted to after getting dumped by his half-blind, socially awkward, deaf, mute, perpetually stoned girlfriend.
Considering ending it all there, he gazed down at the mess he had just unleashed and heaved a great sigh. The thought of being found dead covered in his own ejaculate quickly dissuaded him. Reaching for a piece of dignity cloth, he slowly cleaned and pulled himself back together.
1.) a term used when one desperately desires the physical company of another (regardless of whether or not such an act is be prohibited by the existence of long distance boyfriend/girlfriend) and tries to achieve this through texting
2.) When, after consuming alcohol or illicit substances, you decide to text inappropriate things to inappropriate people. The loss of dignity is especially mortifying if no response is ever received. Typically followed by vows to never drink again the following morning after checking your outbox.
3.) Drunk texting gone very, very bad. If "hey boy" by the Blow has ever seemed like it could be your theme song, you've probably texted away your dignity
hungover girl: "ugh look what i texted to deleted boy last night! and he never texted anything back?! oh god i'm going to have to hide from him forever"
her friend: "wow, way to text away your dignity"
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."
A)
The Crud that collects under the keys in a keyboard. Usually more severe in the keyboards of programmers and webmasters as they tend to spend a lot of time at the the computer and thus eat at their desk. Mainly affecting IBM Model M (clicly) style boards.
B)
Can also be used to gross out Non-Techie people
A)
Bill: want to go to the club?
Bob: No, I've got to clean out my board chow, keys are starting to stick.
B)
Bill: Want to go out to get a bite?
Bob: No, i am just going to have some of my board chow/
Bill: Whats' that?
Bob: The food scraps that collect in my keyboard; Want some?
Bill: *GAG* *HURL* *GAG*