Shirtain is when your wife hangs up all the wet shirts from the washer to air dry on a overhead door ledge.
Dammit !!! Every time i walk through the shirtain half of the shirts fall off and i need to pick them up. I wish she would just get a clothes lineoutside.
A shirt so hideous in it's loud garish design, that it is quite feasibly made from the cloth of a curtain. A combination of shirt and curtain becomes shirtain.
Wow, that dude must be brave to wear such a shirtain!
To keep a girl/guy on the side to have sexual intercourse later, because she is not eligible to play for whatever reason . Usually, because she/he is underage by a few months.
T-Shirt as a verb. To t-shirtsomething is to like it so much that you would want to wear it on the front of a custom t-shirt. This can be an item, photo/image, or phrase/quote.
If a particulary large-breasted woman wears a button-up shirt too small for her bosom and still insists on buttoning all the buttons, a shirtgina occurs; it is the gap between two straining buttons over the front-most swell of the breasts. The gap is akin to the shape of a woman's vagina and if no undershirt is worn, the gap gives a peek into the world of cleavage beneath.
Person 1: Dude! Did you see that girl's boobs?
Person 2: Yeah. That button-up was too small. She totally had a shirtgina goin' on!
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*