a well dressed female who regularly visits dance clubs and gains notoriety from her intoxicated antics which include but are not limited to: dancing wildly while lifting her skirt to show her lack of underwear, an unusually high tolerance to both cocaine and ketamine, spitting and yelling at other women who she perceives to judge her, and peeing or vomiting in alleys.
This discocunt on the dance floor is turnt up, but dudes are still buying her drinks to keep the show going. OMG, is her labia pierced??
Also, before you go... Freddie Mercury gave all of his band mates female names. Disco Deaky didn't get one because he was to... masculine.
Random Dude Who Listens to Rap: "Who the heck is that dood over there, dancing like a hobo?"
Me: "That's Disco Deaky my dood. Time to switch ur music up a little. I'm a little... offended."
The โDiscomfort Innโ is a hotel/motel that is a huge disappointment to you when you stay there overnight. First, theyโre out of ice, then the fire alarm goes off at 3:00 am and you have to hurry and get dressed to leave and go out in the cold. After waiting outside, you find out it was a false alarm. You get up in the morning only to find that there is no breakfast left.
Rick was so aggravated with his visit at the motel, when asked if his overnight stay was comfortable; he blurted out that it should be called โThe Discomfort Inn!โ
Ears ringing, jaw fractured, three ribs cracked, four broken, diaphragm hemorrhaging. Physical recovery: six weeks. Full psychological recovery: six months.
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."
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*