That weird, rectangular container found next to the toilet in your office? The one that smells faintly of iron? That's a Bloodmouse Mass-Grave. The place where ladies throw their spent Dracula's Teabags. In the war on menstruation, there are many casualties, so let us spare a thought for all those Bloodmice who have met a sticky end so that women can wear white pants while queefing Clots in the workplace.
One time at work, I went to the bathroom to take a shit, when I slipped on a puddle by the sink... I crashed head-first into the Bloodmouse Mass-Grave and caused the contents to spill over me.... I looked like "Swamp-Thing", if he'd been painted dark-red. To make matters worse, I was persued by bears all the way home...
A set of scripts that activate Microsoft Windows and Office products.
Bob: "Looks like you got your computer fixed, how did Microsoft fix it?"
Eric: "They just put in "irm massgrave.dev/get | iex" into the command line."
Bob: "You're kidding."
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."
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*