When one’s undergarments are soiled so marvelously that the contents of their excrement travel forward and up, encircling the scrotum. Seen most often during infancy and discovered during a diaper change. However, this predicament is theoretically possible in adulthood when a falsely trusted toot turns into an over achieving shart, becoming more than the unfortunate soul bargained for.
Babe, pass the wipes, a fresh diaper, and a HAZMAT bag our son just gave himself a hefty scrote moat.
*farts and checks* Fuckin’ hell Stephen, I just decimated my chonies! Let’s ditch this party so I can clean up this scrote moat.
When one’s undergarments are soiled so marvelously that the contents of their excrement travel forward and up, encircling the scrotum. Seen most often during infancy and discovered during a diaper change. However, this predicament is theoretically possible in adulthood when a falsely trusted toot turns into an over achieving shart, becoming more than the unfortunate soul bargained for.
Babe, pass the wipes, a fresh diaper, and a HAZMAT bag our son just gave himself a hefty scrote moat.
*farts and checks* Fuckin’ hell Stephen, I just decimated my chonies! Let’s ditch this party so I can clean up this scrote moat.
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*