'Tissue-mellons' is a phenomenon generally recoursed by small breasted girls with insufficient capital to undergo a breast cosmetic surgery. Such girls, striving to boost their self-confidence, wad layers of tissue paper in the bra until a form of cleavage is somewhat contrived. More often than not, this practice ends up exacerbating the whole situation. This is beacuse when the tissue-melloned female proceeds to carnal knowledge, the man's first reactions at the bare pigeon-tits, may have considerable negative effects on the self-esteem of the former - possibly goading the girl to add more tissue-paper the next time she goes out. The 'tissue-mellons' is a vicious cycle.
Example 1
Mary: Hurry up the taxi is here! The party starts in 15 minutes!
Sue: Fuck! Why are we out of toilet paper on a Saturday night?!
Mary: Come on let's go! You can tissue-mellons your boobs later!
Sue: fucking tits!!
Example 2
John: did you bang that chick yesterday?
Peter: yeah dude. I took her to my place and guess what?! She was tissue-melloned! But I fucked her anyways.
When someone has to hand a grown man a tissue for his mommy issues because he is acting like a little bitch.
Example: Someone could say “Do you need a tissue for your missue” or missues if it is pleural or there are multiple mommy issues one is crying over.
Frank do you need a “tissue for your missue” because you are complaining about your wife again!
Sarah asked David “Do you need a tissue for your missue, David?” because he is crying about his gf Beth again; Something about his dinner being cold...
when the tissue box fails to reload after someone before you has used it, forcing you to panic for 10 minutes trying to get the damn tissue out of the box using only your pointer and middle finger before someone notices your embarrassing dilemma. Usually takes place in an environment where a snot rocket isn't an option (boss' office, girlfriend's house)
Jim: Stupid defunct tissue box didn't reload so i was tissue fishing with my hamburger helper hands for 10 minutes
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*