Wife - "Oh honey I bought you the potty putter so you can play a game while taking a nasty shit."
Husband - "you stupid bitch. I already play battle shits!"
A person that has such bizarre sentimental attachment to a space rock, that is closer in relationship to a comet than it is the 8 true planets in our solar system, that they will fight tooth in nail with anyone who states that the reclassification was justified. They do so with fairly irrational arguments and by neglecting the facts involved.
Everytime someone posts a picture of the current solar system, these damn poor plutoers come out in tears and protest over a fucking space rock that has no impact in their lives what-so-ever. It ruins any conversation you try to have on a page.
To form a platter with your hand and secure a bottle of bourbon with your fingers in a claw-like manner in efforts to present the bottle to friends and strangers who will become friends in an attractive, inviting, even tantalizing manner with the promise of an enjoyable experience for the recipient
Go fetch a bottle of bourbon from the barn so we can platterclaw it around the campfire.
Person 1: Where are the extra bottles of bourbon?
Person 2: I'm not sure, all I know is I've platterclawed at least six bottles so far tonight.
A paki-platter consists of a shawarma (sandwich-like wrap of shaved lamb, goat, chicken, turkey or beef) accompanied by rice, potatoes, tabouleh, tahini, hummus or any other Arab side-dishes. Now being a fast-food staple all across the world, the main course of the paki-platter has the distinction of being served with a lot of garlic sauce. Therefore, anyone who eats a paki-platter will temporarily have a condition called "garlic breath".
"Hey Dude, I'm hungry, let's go get some paki-platters."
"Dude, your breath reeks of garlic...did you just eat a paki-platter?"
"Wow, this lemon kush gave me the munchies. I think I'll go eat a paki-platter."
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."