Pretty much the greatest TV character in recent memory. Appears on Its Always Sunny In Philadelphia. His favorite food is milksteak with jelly beans, his hobbies are magnets, and he dislikes people's knees. Also a relentless alcoholic, inhalant abuser, Green Man, King of the Rats, and writer/director of the musical The Nightman Cometh.
Charlie Kelly: "Nightman, sneaky and mean. Spiders in side my dreams, I think I love you. You make me wanna cry, you make me wanna die, I love you, I love you, I love you, I love you Nightman."
When you get blackout drunk, get the shit kicked out of you, left for dead, pissed on by cats and sleep under a bridge before waking up with bed head to go on national TV to spread Trumpaganda looking like the living dead.
Man last night I got totally fucking kellyanned.
Dude rough night? You look totally kellyanned bitch!
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."