The irrational fear of clothing tags. Specifically, a fear that they might be visible on one's own clothing, or are visible on other people's clothing.
Stemming from the latin roots for "Clothing" and "Appendage".
Katie's indumentisappendicemaphobia is becoming a realproblem for her lately. She can no longer try on clothes before buying them as the tags are too visible and can't be removed.
The current problems in Australia are rooted in a almost monopolistic control of the media by, guess who? Yes, our old friend Rubert Murdoch, who of course backs the current crazy indumbent. - Redditor /u/DanDierdorf
An individual who has the rational fear of clothing tags (of any tags in general) being visible or coming into contact with their body.
Person 1: Happy Hannukah! I got you a sweater. You should try it on to make sure it fits.
Person 2: I'm sorry I cannot do that until the tags are cut off. It terrifies and disgusts me. You know I'm an indumentisappenticemaphobic.
Person 1: Oh what the fuck
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*