A specialized containment device that allows the wearer to enjoy the aroma for long period of time. Something like a fishbowl inverted with a chinstrap.
When riding on the back of my motorcycle and visor of the driver's helmet is open, the person riding on back farts into their cupped hand and quickly (to preserve integrity of fart scent) delivers said fart into the helmet and promptly slams the visor shut. Extra points if your efforts result in a crash, adding injury to idiocy.
Dude, I already felt gay enough with Hector on the back of my bike, then on top of that he gave me smelmet while we were going like 70 on the 405. Fuck Hector.
A mother fucker who smells so bad that he blows up your nostrils so bad that all you can smell and taste is shit for the next 7 days. If you come into contact with this creature again the Smellmer timer is reset for another 7 days. If you see this person you get an overwhelming urge to yell: SMELLMER in his face but in doing so resets the Smellmer clock If you yell Smellmer at him he will attempt an assasination by pushing you down the stairs
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."