2. Expensive escorts bought by rich Arab and European men to go on "yacht parties" for $30,000+ a piece. In reality these women are brought onto these boats to get shit and pissed on, hence the name Porta Potties.
Its easy to identify one of these women by the pictures they post on Facebook. If a friend of the female kind is always posting pictures of shopping sprees in Dubai and has a folder with nothing but pictures of her and friends on a yacht drinking champagne in any UAE or St. Tropez area she is a Porta Potty.
Fun Fact!: Some well known Porta Potties work at the Spearmint Rhino in Las Vegas.
Jane: "Did you see Tiffany's new watch/car/handbag/shoes? She just came back from a trip to Abu Dhabi and looks great!"
JoAnna: "I'm so jealous. How does she even afford those things? I've never seen her work a day in her life."
John: "She's one of those Porta Potties. Guys shit on her face."
The internal gasy, gastrointestinal buildup, throughout the day on Sunday, of a wet, steamy shit inevitably to be dumped at the office on Monday morning. Sunday Crock Potting typically gestates a massive excrement as a result of a weekend of partying and poor dietary choices.
What the hell happened in that bathroom? Looks like there was swamp buggy race in the toilet and the smell is enough to make me retch.
George had a long weekend. He warned me he had been Sunday Crock Potting and I might not want to go in there.
When a bunch of guys and girls get together and have an orgey using condoms and after they all spill a load into their comdom they place it in a pot and then the guys get different girls and grab a randomcondom from the pot put it on and fuck the girl
Man 1: dude you want to cum Condom Potting with us tonight we grabbed all the hottest chicks
Man 2: I don't know man last time I went Condom Potting I got aids
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*