a mexican acting like a black nigger; with the exception he's real different...they like to drive nigger-rigged cars;with all the spoilers; drive clear back in the seat; and even sometimes in the center of car...the laid back spic driver....
hey man look at that fucking mexigger; he and th whole carful of wanna be niggers...they ought to ship the whole lot back to mexico.. hey dude look a mexigger...you can always tell the nigger and the mexs apart from oneanothe..how..the nigger belongs in the usa..and the mexigger doesn't...
This gender is a form of a person identifying as black and Mexican gone wronger. This person is typically thin and a blank space taking up mass on earth. They are a flub molecule that is both Mexican and "Wigger." Slowly, over time, their physical form will decay, and their mass will take up so big of a circumference that it could concave into a big dark hole. If ever coming across this unique breed of Mason-mex-igger, do treat them with overall fat shaming, as they find this a love language showing "them" appreciation. They will then respond with an interesting and unique type of communication typically freaking the other person out.
"Hey you wombass-sized wigger!" - Joel
"You're so poochie banyana and swole!" - Mason-mex-igger gender "Wtf!" - Joel
"You are definitely an interesting breed." - Joel
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*