A German, an American, and a Frenchman are having lunch. They are taking turns complimenting the beauty of each other's languages. The American says "I love the delicacy of French! Like your word for butterfly: "papillon". The word "papillon" is so delicate - just like a butterfly!" The Frenchman answers "And I love the playfulness of English: like "butterfly"! It sounds just like a butterfly if you change the letters around: "flutter-by". Such a beautiful word.
There's a long pause while the American and the Frenchman give the German some side-eye. And the German finally says "Und vot ist wrong mit 'Schmetterling'?"
In English, 'butterfly' sounds warm, and kinda tasty (see 'butternut' and 'butter popcorn'). In French, 'le papillon' sounds, well, typically French and limp-wristed. In German, DER SCHMETTERLING sounds like something that could do you serious damage. It sounds like it would casually flap towards your face, then slap you in it with its 10" schlong. Not to be fucked with.
"Hey man, did you see that schmetterling just now?"
"Yeah, my face still hurts."
"Don't make mecall the schmetterlings to sort you out."
A person who is a phenomenal slut who sucks any guy's penis with no ambitions. A person who also tries to be everything that they are not, especially considering the fact that they give up their body basically making them not a person.
Emily: Hi my name is Emily!
Ron: Hi my name is Ron.
Ron: "What the f---!"
Emily strips clothes off and immediately starts viscously sucking and slurping Ron's majestic steed Cock Emily: Ayy man, Jamarcus betta not play me like dat nigga Ron: Damn, your such a fucking Schoettelkotte.
when having sex, the guy pulls out, and cums in a trumpet. After cumming, he plays "when the saints go marching in," splattering the jizz on the girls face.
Kristin: I have when the saints go marching in stuck in my head...
Mike: Well, I have just the dirty schuetter for you!
A goofy son of a bitch with poor circulation. They often have cold feet and a bad backs. Schettler's have a tendency of showing up late and missing the bus. Their diets consist of 95% salads, and they can often be found stuck in a cow pie.
Hey Bruce, do you see that dumb ass rabbit eating all the lettuce in my garden? Let's shoot it!
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*