The act of watching Rick and Morty on mute, listening to Despacito, and T-posing all at the same time. This results in your IQ going up by unreasonable amounts, but so much so that if you don't take breaks, you could die.
Intelligent person: stultius quam tibi
Idiot: what did you just say dude?
Intelligent person: Oh sorry, but ever since I started IQ Farming it's been hard to dumb myself enough for inferior idiots like you to understand me
Idiot: This is why you don't have any friends
The collection of feces for use later in fetishistic scat play. The activity involves visiting areas where people frequently defecate, usually public toilets, with a view to finding unflushed feces. The feces is 'farmed' or collected for later use in scat related sexual activities such as smearing or even consumption. Scat farming may also involve deliberately causing toilets to block or otherwise malfunction. Considered by most in the BDSMscene to be edge play, due in large part to the health risks associated with feces from persons unknown.
The public toilets in the busy train station were one of his most productive scat farming locations.
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*