When Lanieats a strawberry covered in chocolate sauce and it makes her moan from the awesomeness.
Richard: Here Lani, here's a strawberry
Lani: Why would I want a strawberry?
Richard: No reason, I just wanted to give you a strawberry
Lani: Okay, thanks!
Lani: ooo... oh... OHH OHH oooH OHHHH YEAH!
Any sexual feeling or squeals of glee brought forth due to viewing Starz's Spartacus: Blood and Sand(Soon to be Spartacus Vengeance for season 2).
This includes, but is not limited to time away from the show, when one is feeling lustful or saucy.
It should always be typed in all caps: "SPARTAGASM"
"I was whipping my chained lover who I had shackled to a filthy wall, and he reminded me of Spartacus / Andy Whitfield trying to defy me with his fiery blue eyes. I had a SPARTAGASM right then and there!"
This happens when you're checking out your favourite athlete's statistics and while getting a hard-on/creaming your pants because his/her stats are so beautiful that you just can't help but express your beloved oh-face.
Gary: Holy shit bro, did you see Dwight Howard's amazing stat line last night? 48 points, 21 boards and 8 blocked shots. I can't get over it.
Mike: Yeah dude, I almost came while I was watching Sports Center this morning.
Gary: What?
Mike: What do you mean what?
Gary: ...you...nearly...came? No homo bro, I mean, I didn't want to know this.
Mike: Oh shut up man, there's nothing wrong in having a statgasm.
When you castrate someone with a Stratocaster guitar, OR
alternatively, when the only thing you finger is your guitar so your balls go into retirement because they're not being used and you wouldn't have it any other way.
“I’ve been shredding Weezer on that new guitar I bought so much my balls fell off”
“Duuuuuude. You must’ve ordered a stratacastrater”
OR
“Doctor, we don’t have the tools necessary to turn make more eunuchs in a cool, hip, and new wave way!”
“Bring in the stratacastrater”
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."
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*