Mozard is an amazing name that can be given to you
There are barely anybody out there with that name but if you hear someone says mozard it's mean to run away because he's going to lick your nipples and run away
A alteration of the USMC term Moto. This word is used to describe some overbearing marine who extremely loud and obnoxious all the time. He is so motivated even in the shittiest situations that everyone wants to kick him in the teeth.
Motards yell all the time, wear clothes with USMC logos all over them, have a ridiculous amount of usmc tattoos, and use the word oorah! excessively. They also like to call cadence while they walk around when not marching a platoon. A motard is usually some private or private first class who hasn't even been deployed.
Marine 1: "It is 0500 on a monday morning, it is raining, it is fucking freezing, and we have been standing in formation for 45min. Can it get any worse?"
Marine 2: "Oh my god, that motard over there won't shut the fuck up!"
Motard: "OORAH MARINES! I FUCKING LOVE PT AT 0500 IN THE MORNING! BY THE WAY I GOT ANOTHER moto TATTOO LAST NIGHT! OORAH!"
An epithet for one who shows a particular affinity for all things "Mopar," a derivative word coming from MOtor PARts, the parts and service component company of the Chrysler Group.
Mopards are usually distinguished by their vintage DodgeT-shirts, swollen knuckles, and at least a small amount of perma-dirt. A Southern accent is usually traceable, but not necessary to be a mopard.
Famous mopards include Joe Dirt, Bo and Luke Duke, The Blues Brothers, Arnie Cunningham, the guy Steve McQueen was chasing in Bullitt, and my buddy Travis, a damned fine sailor in the Navy.
It is a common misconception for a mopard to believe that yelling "HEMI!" will arouse any woman within earshot, instantly. But it is a misconception, and nothing more.
One who has gone sex nuts and mopard strong is not above fucking a Super B in the gashole.
A symptom afflicting the common mopard is the ever-growing stack of yellowed Auto Traders in the corner of the throne room, in which one will look for local specimens to go and gawk at in person, and possibly imply to the owner that they have the cash to buy it to convince him to let him "test drive" it, all while not having said cash.
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."