a longtrain of thoughts of incomprehensible used to create a seeming illusion of logic.
because of the structural integrity of the building we can assume that the geography text is too old. therefore we cannot answer the questions on page 24 because we don't know what edition to find the questions in. don't mind me though im going off on a tandrum
The act of analyzing why you were bored after finding something to do.
This is taken from Latin “post-mortem,” with death being replaced with boredom. (That should be pretty self explanatory for any dumbasses out there reading this.)
your name here!: “Damn, did I really have shit all to do while I was laying in bed? I could’ve jerked off or something, but instead I’m here post-taedium playing some games.”
The act of analyzing why you were bored during and/or after doing something. This is taken from Latin post-mortem, or after death. In this case it means after boredom.
yer name maybe!: “Damn, markiplier’s play through of West of Loathing has got me thinking post-taedium about why was I bored in the first place.”
The word 'flag' as pronounced by people with thick Belfast accents. The term is a perfect encapsulation of the disproportionate and overblown reaction to the removal of the Union Jack (as in 'de fleg') from above City Hall in Belfast. Where previously it had flown for 365 days per year, it is now flown on 17 designated days of the year - in line with many other British cities.
The event caused a portion of the Protestant community ('fleggers') to make international pricks of themselves as they proceeded to wreck the fucking place, claiming it was another erosion of a 'British' identity they perceive to have been under attack since the horrifying spectre of equality reared its head in Northern Ireland.
The word 'fleg' - and indeed 'fleggers' - fittingly describes a section of humanity unconcerned with knowledge, reality or the vagaries of the English language. Like America's tea-baggers they are ruled by instinct, fear and paranoia with a side dish of rampant bigotry and startling ignorance of the world around them.
"Wat de fuck like! The taigs got de fleg took down! Let's wreck de fuckin place! No surrender!"
"De fleg has been took down! Before ye know it there'll be a united Ireland! Attack Short Strand! God Save The Queen!"