Any girl living in Litchfield County CT. They tend to be very caring and loving to multiple nice men, tricking them into thinking they are forming a serious relationship, and then choose only one including, but not limited to: drug addicts, dropouts, deadbeats, and assholes. And then throws the rest into a love-sick friend zone.
Guy 1: You're the best girl i've ever met.
Litchbitch: And you're the best man i've ever met.
Guy 2: Here's your birthday gift, you're so beautiful.
Litchbitch: ohhhh thanks i love you so much!
Guy 3: I love you.
Litchbitch: I love you too!
(more good guys)
Random Fuckup: Yo bitch, i hate yo ugly ass!
Litchbitch: OMG i love you, lets be in a relationship.
*sex*
Mitch: *Enters a crowded bus* Pardon me, miss. Mitch coming through. *Stands in front of woman*
The woman stands aside and thinks to herself about the Mitch in front of her. While deep in thought, another individual approaches and stands behind her. Her brain begins piecing the puzzle pieces together as she slowly turns her head around to the man behind her. Her eyes catch glimpse of a small worn nametag on the mans shirt. Her face slowly turns to horror as she sees those damned letters "M" "I" "T" "C" "H" and realizes that she has been mitchwiched.
An alcoholic beverage that is attained by mixing 1 part Yager to 4 parts Root Beer (preferably A&W or IBC, MUG tastes like shit). This was concocted by none other than Mitch Ortenburg and it's his guarantee "Tastes so good, make you wanna slap yo momma!"
I drank a bigMitch Bitch last night and ended up with my pannies in my vag. (Hypothetically speaking)
A girl who only wears Abercrombie and Fitch and is a total hottie. She says "OMG" on a regular basis as well. She probably has perfect hair and has a hot boyfriend. She owns the school. =]
Ugly girl: ohhh look at that fitchbitch! I wish I could be like her. Shes perfect.
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*