The unfortunate situation that arises when you’re working Brunch at the local po-boy shack and it’s almost 100° outside and the sweat drips down the small of your back inevitably accumulating in your butt crack. The only way to provide relief to this uncomfortable predicament is to dust the crack of your ass with the powdered sugar from the beignet station, thus absorbing the sweat and providing some small bit of relief as you continue to roast in the Louisiana sun.
1. HOT DAMN BRAH!! My ass is swampy like the Bartholomew Bayou, we got ourselves a New Orleans Hot Brunch today!
2. Person one: “Who dat say dey gonna beat dem Saints?”
Person two: “Who gives a flying fuck? Pass the powdered sugar because it’s a god damn New Orleans Hot Brunch in my pants right now.”
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."