A person with borderline personality disorder, usually hailing from Liverpool, UK and relies on the personalities of fictional characters to identify themselves with because they are too insecure about themselves to be themselves. Also tend to be manipulative and gaslighters that are really just deep down sad and lonely and should seek therapy.
Bro, he’s such a shmickle I can’t believe we were ever friends.
A “selfie stickler” is a person and/or persons who delete the majority of their photos (taken via selfie stick of course), because they deem them to be “not good enough” and the encryption method to be unexpectedly loathesome to the eyes.
“Check our that selfie stickler over there! She’s erased the majority of all her photos and just keeps taking more!”
The act of taking a bathroom trip in which you need to crap when you're with company but don't want them to know you were taking a crap. It involves the preparation of wadded-up toilet paper placed on your lap while your feces is already on the way out. This maximizes efficiency and reduces the time you take to unroll and wad the toilet paper, making what could have been an awkward moment after your party has been waiting for you. For all they know, you just made a tinkle.
I met this girl for dinner last night. I had to shit so bad, but I didn't want her to know that I pooped. So instead, I took a quick shtinkle.
*Last day of school, kids in class with no work to do*
Kid: Excuse me miss, can I listen to my iPod?
Teacher: No! It is against school policy! You can't listen to your iPod during school! You shouldn't even be bring it to school!
Kid: *Turns to friend who's listening to conversation*
Kid: What a stickler.
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 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."