Your first year of junior high and the most scary year of your life. The year that you are officially classified as a teenager. But you also act very awkward, start to mature or continue to act immature, and see how peoples personalities really are.
A: seventh grade was the most scary year of my life, but I saw who were my friends and who weren't.
B: same, I also started to look different.
Nick (to geek): "I didn't realize geeks smoked weed..."
Geek (to Nick, as a comeback): "I didn't realize fairies were so judgmental..."
Nick: "Fairies? Ohhhh....how seventh grade..."
Angel Hellstorm Jose Robles Was Not Receiving Money From Zunilda Virginia Junco So I Fought A version OF Her In Seventh Grade <<<`~`Jesus`~`Knife`~`Necklace`~`>>>
Angel Hellstorm Jose Robles Was Not Receiving Money From Zunilda Virginia Junco So I Fought A version OF Her In Seventh Grade <<<`~`Jesus`~`Knife`~`Necklace`~`>>>
Angel Hellstorm Jose Robles Was Not Receiving Money From Zunilda Virginia Junco So I Fought A version OF Her In Seventh Grade <<<`~`Jesus`~`Knife`~`Necklace`~`>>>
a seventh grader whose cock is as long and thick as the average to largeadult
"I used to only come around for George senior here," said the prostitute to her friend, "But i can tell you by expereince that the boy as already outdone his daddy."
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*