A random dude that pulls over on the side of the road to help you cut a plastic sheet that is stuck under your car. At first it appears that he is running towards you with a knife to shank you, but in reality he is just here to help and is a real chill bro.
I was stuck on the side of the road with a plastic sheet wrapped around my wheel, but a chill bro knifeman came to save the day.
Marksmanship, for knives. The discipline of knife-handling, covering skill in precision and speed of cutting, all with cavalier style. Also covers selection, care, safety, maintenance, and never once cutting yourself.
mom: who will carve the roast beast?
knifeman: allow me.
<knifes flash in a silver blur, and the beast is reduced to perfect portion slices>
mom: Impressive! Great knifemanship.
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."