The fear of a ginger Swede who casts girls under a mysterious spell. While under this spell, girls are noted to ignore the ginger red locks and fall head over heels for him. Once under this spell, girls will fall into his trap of trying to pursue him further only to be lectured outside rooftop nightclubs and subsequently rejected. Girls under this spell are also likely to scream angrily at other girls under this spell from rooftops of dorms. Innocent bystanders are also at risk. In conclusion, one should avoid ginger Johans at all costs, and if one just so happens to fall into a Johan spell, it is advised that they avoid rooftops at high altitudes.
Girl 1: "Me and ginger Johan walk around and talk about life. He's actually pretty cool"
Girl 2: "Johan did the same thing to me, except this was the first week of classes. Asshole."
Girl 1: "Ugghh this is exactly why I hate him. I definitely have johanphobia."
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."