Matt wrote in his music essay, 'when one listens to romantic music, one can't help but be taken in to it's flowing, expressive bijoux'. Harry says to matt, 'you ponse Matt, you utter ponse'. Matt is indulging in some ponsery
A ska band from Whitehaven, Cumbria, northern England. It is made up of talented teenage boys. They so far have been more-than-averagely successful in the three years they have been together.
Ponse fan: "Yo KV!"
KVjust carries on saxophoning.
When you receive bogus directions from a person that claims to know shortcuts or doesn’t understand basicgeography.
Derived from Ponce de León from the famous Spanish Explorer.
Example 1:
Why weren’t you at the party last night?
I received some bogus directions and ended up on what looked like the set of “Deliverance”
Dude, you got Ponce de Le-bóned big time
Example 2:
Hey guys is that the Atlantic Ocean?
Ummm no I can see our hotel and I’m pretty sure we aren’t staying in Portugal. I’m also pretty sure the bridge we took an hour ago that took 3 minutes to cross isn’t trans-Atlantic.
Never get take directions from that guy. If you do you’re asking to be Ponce de Le-bóned
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*