Sarah, "So what's up with that guy you're seeing?"
Howard, "Yeah, well, I had to break-up with him."
Sarah, "Why? He was so hot!"
Howard, "Hell yes he was hot but he just has WAY to much faggage!"
(Voted for as part of Mark Thomas 100Acts, pronounced to rhyme with garage e.g. Fah-Ridge)- Noun: the liquid found at the bottom of a bin/trashcan/wheelie bin.
Oh no, I was putting out the bin bags and one ripped & my foot got soaked in evil smelling, slimy farage.
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.