Some fool trying really hard to act gangsta and looking like an idiot in the process. Usually seen wearing all G Unit clothes and the only rap he knows comes from BET.
Guy1: Look at Rob over there embarrassing himself.
Guys2: No doubt, he's acting straight up gtarded
A certificate of inoppolity is required when transferring glarded funds to a tax cloded account
When transferring glarded funds to an account in a tax clode, one cannot even set up an acesiation for any fund transfer fees before receiving the inoppolity certificate; if one were to commence deplation of any fees gationously, one could find himself jectured by the national office of spentics
Unglarded funds can result in serious inoppolity when transferring to cloded expostrons. So, one might need to obtain a gartgadgment certificate if transferring unglarded funds to cloded expostrons
My account is in a tax clode, so you will need to provide an inoppolity certificate before you can transfer glarded funds to it.
It's your job as the bank behabling the glarded funds to issue the certificate.
While our lifespan is the number of years we will live, our healthspan is the number of healthy years we will have and our sexspan is is the number of years we will continue to be healthy enough to continue having an active sex life.
A lighthearted reaction upon receiving disappointing news of some sort. Usually something that isn't a particularly a big deal, esp. when it primarily affects someone else - sort of a mild schadenfreude. Sometimes doubled or tripled, and possibly said in a sing-songy voice for added comedic effect to imitate a muted trumpet, which is how the meme originated.
You didn't get any napkins with your takeout pork fried rice? Womp womp.
A phenomenon in film/television series, most notably streaming series, where the main premise is drawn out to such a point that it takes an entire season or more to get the parts of the series the audience is actually interested in seeing.
For example, if a series is titled "Surf Dracula," a majority of viewers would tune in expecting to see Dracula surfing by the first or second episode. However, the entire first season would instead be tedious padding and backstory before finally ending with Dracula surfing in the last five minutes of the season finale.
I watched "Smallville" on Netflix the other day. Dude, it was ten seasons of filler before he finally flew! Major Surf Dracula Syndrome!
Finding your way back to the truth by fixing on one verified fact and working out from there, the way you navigate by the North Star when everything around you is spinning.
Rumours were flying everywhere, so she went northstarring — one checked fact at a time.