Thomasville slicker is the act of using oil to lubricate the asshole of your girl. Once the asshole is effectively oiled up you take her to the nearest Thomasville with baseball bat in hand. Bend her over one of the beds in the Thomasville and proceed to buttfuck the shit out of her with a baseball bat until security comes and asks you to leave.
The slickest of all road conditions. Approximately five times slicker than snot, four times slicker than snot on a door knob, three times slicker than owl shit, and twice as slick as greased owl shit.
I asked George how slick the roads were and he said they were slicker than cum on a gold tooth, so I stayed home.
City Slickers are usually seen behind the wheel of a Fancy german car, wearing Gucci loafers and sporting a Park avenue manicure (due to their belief in good grooming). They can't into farming, and will attempt to plant gummy bears on soil with a PH of 9.6, when they actually need a 7-8 max (See: Old simpson place)
A person raised in the city and accustomed to life there.
This often leads to naivety in certain matters, and sometimes unusual prejudices.
This can be quite extreme, some displaying prejudice that is in it's own right as vile as that attributed to the average red neck.
Most of them though are quite decent folk who just don't know that you can change your car's oil yourself.
Sammy Cityboy: I didn't know you had a pocket knife! why do you have a knife?
Hank Hick: It comes in handy. See? I just used it to open this package.
Sammy Cityboy: So you don't use it to like kill people?
Hank Hick: No.
Sammy Cityboy: oh...ok.
Hank Hick: ...if I wanted to do that I'd use my 12 gauge.
*Sammy faints*
Hank Hick: Sam, you're such a city slicker...that was a joke...
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."