Promoting someone or something into bigger than it actually is, constantly talking someone up as if it is always on your mind. The reasons for Don Kinging one can differ but there is usually an underlying reason. Named after former boxing promoter Don King.
Guy 1: "Man, Johnny is always gettin the girls, he can pretty much get any girl in this club"
Guy 2: "Dang bradda, your always don kinging the hell outta Johnny"
The act of wearing clear, unassuming, reading-style glasses when they are not necessary for sight or fashion, but as a disguise in public situations. The phrase is based on the DC comics superhero Clark Kent/Superman who masks his secret identity with a combination of glasses (e.g. perceived weakness) and the facade of a bumbling personality.
Yesterday I caught John kenting downtown near his homicidal ex-girlfriend's place of employment; I did a double-take since I had never seen him wear glasses before.
A ship between Ken suson and Justin de Dios, The Main dancer and Visual of P-pop boy group SB19. They are known to be the bunso ship of the group. Many fans are shookt when Justin tweeted "ken ifollowback mo ako* and ken replied "HAHAHAHA cutieeeeeee 💕💕💕"
This happens when you are a male wearing athletic shorts and the draw string is tied tightly while you need to pee. Instead of attempting to undo the draw string out of laziness or frustration, you pull up one of your pant legs and underwear up and to the side so that your genitals are hanging out and you can freely pee. This is kilting.
Jake: "I had to piss really bad after gym class but I couldn't untie my shorts so I just kilted really fast in the bathroom and got out of there...I didn't even wash my hands or anything."
Josh: "you gotta do what you gotta do man"
Michael: "why is one of your buttcheeks showing while you are peeing?"
John: "I'm kilting"
Michael: "ohhhhh. gotcha."
-Giving excellent customer service.
-Working more slowly in order to maximize billable time.
-Working more slowly at the end of the night to make sure it qualifies for car service.
-Volunteering for copious amounts of overtime.
Bill worked about 15 hours today. He was kinging it so he could get a car service home.
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*