The smell of hick sweat, livestock pavilions, corn-dogs, and fried food products that wafts through the New York State Fair and/or any regional firemen's carnival/renaissance festival.
I wanted to ride the Tilt-a-Whirl but the damn carny smelled of Fairt.
A fart that makes no audible sound, and just feels like air escaping the bowels. It does, however, smell terrible. Can be described as silent but deadly.
"I think someone pushed out a fairt in here, didn't hear a thing, it's gonna be difficult to ID the culprit!"
Many countries gather at what they can the Expo, Exposition; & there's lots & lots of very cool stuff to see & do. Really awesome to hear so many different languages spoken! Interesting to see all the different cultures!
Grandma took me to the World's Fair in Spokane in 1974; they called it Expo '74. Absolutely Fantastic!
A common kind of feminism, that sees women as too weak and sensitive for normal adult interaction.
Fainting couch feminists often push for "woman as child"-laws. Trying to redefine rape as "sex a woman regrets" or claiming women can't consent to sex after a couple of drinks is text book fainting couch feminism.
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*