Spending time exploring what can be accomplished on a motel bed after dropping coins into the "Magic Fingers" device. In honor of John Houghtaling, inventor of the Magic Fingers, who passed away in 2009.
With another couple days' driving ahead of them, Mia and JJ thought they should hit the laundromat, but nobody else was going to be smelling them in that junker they'd borrowed, so all their quarters went toward some surprisingly intimate huff-tailing on the saggy motel mattress.
A game where two people excrete a turd but force their sphincter to halt the expulsion of the turd mid-way, and proceed to sword fight with said excretory rods. The objective of the game is to knock the turd off the opponents' asshole.
Brad: Yo, I found a turd in the shower this morning. WHAT THE FUCK!?
Chad: Yo, my bad. Thad and I were fucked up and started raccoon tailing last night.
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."
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*