Common phrase issued by recently stabbed individual attempting to express his/her acceptance of the utter ridiculousness of the event, as well as the individuals predilection for raging so insanely hard that such events only serve to further legitimize the incredible rageability of said subject. In a sense, individual is expressing his/her belief that the second-person ("you") will not be able party as excessively or with as little regard for human life, to the extent that there is a possibility of receiving a stab wound.
"You don't think I won't just kill busch lights all day? I got stabbed last night. You won't get stabbed tonight."
A song 'written' by Elton John and Tim Rice. Actually it's tune was copied from the national anthem of Mongolia, so Bilegiin Damdinsüren and Luvsanjambyn Mördorj should be mentioned in The Lion King end credits instead of Elton John.
Being your uncle tonight is about the sexiest thing there is. When you want to be someones uncle tonight, you dream about holding them tight, touching their body, kissing, more touching. That's what being an uncle is all about. If there is anyone looking through your window when you're naked or when it's raining; that person probably wants to be your uncle, or he's just a pervert.
You're not a pervert if you want to be an uncle!
*It's raining and you're changing clothes*
Uncle: *Looks through the window*
You: Who tf are you?
Uncle: I saw you at school today, and you were looking good.
You: I'm calling the police!
Uncle: I had a boner this morning, while the falling rain was falling down the window. I mastubated to you. I want to be your uncle tonight.
*uncle climbs in the window and begins holding you tight*
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*
West Midlands slang word for rockers, bikers, greasers etc. In the late 1980s it was used by the UK music press to refer to a specific scene centered around the bands Pop Will Eat Itself and Crazyhead. The term never found favour with readers of 'the inkies' (Sounds, Melody Maker and the still extant NME) and was soon dropped. Now often used in predominantly working-class areas of the midlands and the north to mean someone who listens to rock-derived music and/or dresses in a manner that suggests they affiliate themselves with rock music of some kind.
Some grebo passed with Sabbath playing on his stereo.
The Poppies are at no. 17? God, a grebo band in the charts!
They're playing nu-metal now, bloodygrebos!