Phrase describing a general population which is comprised of vain, self-obsessed hipsters who often love the act of taking drunken photos while out late nights. Nestle into hipster hot spots, such as williamsburg and/or Venice Beach. Usually uptight when seen, having their best bitchface on. Yet come 4AM, they are shitfaced and seek you out. Loose. Sleep with many.
When you are playing the god awful horse racing arcade game in Dave & Busters, and you are racing against your best friend, but don't know what to name your horse. But of course the best horse name is obviously KUNTJUICE. That is until a completely new racer goes on after you, and happens to be a 5 year olds dad looking at you like he wants to rip off your KUNTJUICE.
Oh shit, you named your horse KUNTJUICE? KILL'EM. *random dad stares in anger*
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 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."