A portmanteau of nurse and mercenary, a nursenary is a registered nurse who choses nonstandard, travel, or contract work to maximize take-home pay, often sacrificing benefits or stable hours.
Since my spouse gets benefits through work, I left my floor and make $10 more per hour as a nursenary.
When an individual is nourished by a dick as opposed to a breast. Usually administered by the father or other parental figure in the individuals life since birth. Usually performed by holding the individual upside down.
"Willingham wouldn't stop his fussing last night until he was dick-nursed. You'd think after 29 years we'd be able to wean him off it but he just won't give it up. We tried goats milk but he wasn't having it. He's got a taste for the baby batter."
Abusive, unfriendly unkind registered nurse, often drunk with power with little regard for his or her patients.
That Nursebag rolled his eyes at me when I arrived in the ER with abdominal pain. Thankfully another RN realized I was in acute pain and required immediate help.
The RN on the phone was more concerned about going home on time then helping a patient with chest pain. What a Nursebag!
Most Notorious Example of a Nursebag is: Nurse Mildred Ratched is the head administrative nurse at the Salem, Oregon State Hospital, a mental institution where she exercises near-absolute power over the patients' access to medications, privileges, and basic necessities such as food and toiletries. She capriciously revokes these privileges whenever a patient displeases her. (From Wikipedia)
Nursena is a queen. She is the moment, she is everything. Someone called Nursena must be a very lucky person. Her personality is perfect and her hair is beautiful. Her eyes are perfect and so are her lips and body. She loves reading and looking out of a window when it’s raining, but she also loves when the sunset comes. She has an obsession with cats and frogs. Her favorite snacks are brownies, ice cream and cucumbers. She is beautiful.
I really like Nursena’s personality.
Nursena is walking with her friends outside.
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*