A rare ocular disorder where a second set of retinas grow on the lower rear section of the cranium. The extra retinas are extremely unsightly and sensitive to light so a pair of sunglasses, worn backwards on the head, are required in order to go outside. Other symptoms include spiky frosted hair and button-up shirts.
Guy Fieri first developed Fieri's disease when he got his own show on Food Network.
I wrote my med school dissertation on Fieri's disease in the Congo.
A Baroness sympathizer. Quoted as being a "degenerate piece of filth," and "the third and final Antichrist." An evil, evil man who will bring about the apocalypse. In the future he becomes the High Chaplain of Interstellar War. Arguably his worst crime is his bad rapping. "No other human in history was responsible for more death and suffering." - Dirk
Guy Fieri is the host of about a half dozen shows on Food Network. This isn't even his birth name. He was born Guy Ferry (not even joking) and subsequently changed his name, no doubt because of the ridicule he deservingly recieved while growing up. He is the embodiment of douchebag. This poor excuse for a man dons bleach blonde hair, some ridiculous facial hair growth, sweat bands on his ams, earrings, sun glasses on the back of his head, and a bunch of other assorted jewelery. There is no bigger tool living or deceased.
Guy Fieri makes my stomoch turn. Why the hell did Food network give that dip shit so many shows?
To dress, talk and act as if one were still living in 1997. Guy Fieris usually adorn bleached-hair, baggy clothing, jewelry and sweatbands on their forearms.
Jim *to a random girl*: "Ma'am, your ass is outta bounds!"
Michael: "Ignore him, he's just a Guy Fieri"
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 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."