“Freeway Envy” is when you’re stuck in traffic that is not moving at all, then you look over at the opposite side, and the people are flying a long in their cars without a care in the world, and you wish that was you.
“Jan was definitely experiencing FREEWAY ENVY while stuck in traffic, and saw the opposite side of the road moving right a long at a fast pace”
they're a pretty great indie band from the great state of NY. awesome tracks are: Hannah, generator 1st floor, and ghosting. to name just a few. very creative/quirky lyrics. everyone in the band sings and plays an instrument. extremely underrated & worth listening to.
man, have you heard of the album weathervanes by freelance whales? it's pretty rad.
when i listen to freelance whales it's like joy running around in my head.
Formulated by Barney Stinson of "How I Met Your Mother", detailing how relationships are like freeways, and there are exits that can be taken to get out of them:
1. 6 hours (aka one night stand)
2. 4 days
3. 3 weeks
4. 7 months
5. 1.5 years/18 months
6. 18 years
7. death
As Robin would later put it, if one person says, "I love you", then the relationship moves into the carpool lane, where there is a big diamond.
Robin: I usually don't get this far in a relationship. I usually take the 3 week exit.
Lily: Don't tell me you're actually buying into Barney's "freeway theory"
A team (preferably a duo) hired by a police commissioner (preferably not seen) to take on cases and jobs (preferably none anyone in their right mind would do) for a meager wage (preferably in Hostess snack food and non-bootleg corndogs).
Only wisecracking overzealous crime stoppers fill this job. They are found loitering near convenience stores, have wanton disregard to the rules of the road, and take random things as "evidence". Cases handed to them always get done, but probably not in a way people expect them to be solved.
Person 1: Did you know Freelance Police curse in longhand?
Person 2: Well, semicolon apostrophe hyphen comma good for them!
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*