When a group arranges to meet in a groupsolo of 12 on Microgolf Masters but after the countdown, one ends up in a separate group from the rest leaving them Greenhoused.
“On the count of 3, let’s go”
“Fuck, I was Greenhoused again and ended up with Korns and Tareq. RIP today’s Solo”
Like plants that are grown in a greenhouse, can't manage wind or rain. Greenhouse breed humans can't manage different opinions or points of view. They are easily offended by anything, and in most cases, are narrow-minded.
Yesterday I talked with Bob, and he got offended because I didn't like someone's T-shirt. He is such a greenhouse breed.
He is always touching people and is always moaning in class. He is also a short kid who acts very sus. This kid also makes weird faces at people like he is gay.
While inside the first set of doors in the double door greenhouse entrance of fast food restaurants, one person stands inside with both doors closed and releases flatulence while shaking their body, then immediately enter the second set of doors and closing the door behind them as fast as possible. Immediately, the heat in the greenhouse will move the air and bake the fart, thus, leaving a smelly present for the next customer walking in.
Bill left a Greenhouse Shake and Bake in the greenhouse of the Golden Arches much to the dismay of Jeff who was behind getting a refill before heading to the car.
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*