The most coveted acquisitions of men who believe they are very deserving, special boys. Materialistic, phony sycophants will literally kiss the ass of anyone who they think might be superior to them or have something to offer in the hopes that they will eventually be rewarded the highest prizes of them all - plenty of 'candy', and high-end designer clothing.
However, like the old carrot-on-a-stick adage, they remain in constant pursuit of bigger lollipops to suck on and fancier pants to wear - never satisfied, never sated, but always sucking, sucking, sucking.
Proving that no lollipops are sweet enough, nor any pants in the world fancy enough to mend a human heart.
Person 1: "That guy is literally the most simpering, superficial fuck on the planet, what's his deal?"
Person 2: "He's sucked a lot of figurative and even some actual dick just so he can have his lollipops and fancy pants"
Sunshine Lollipops and Rainbows is a song made by Leslie Gore that anyone could like, well unless you are a Norwegian communist that wears a red hoodie, wears a Band-Aid on his face, has Horn-like Hair, and is obsessed with Giant robots, then you would be pissed why its playing.
Edd: Where's Tord?
Tom: I blasted Sunshine Lollipops and Rainbows and he ran away from the house.
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."