A worldwide obliteration of conventional social-inhibitions, causing everyone to freely give each other big smooches whenever they meet
I am naturally rather shy and introverted, and so my inhibitions have little to do with my reserved manner --- I would not go around "gleefully glad-handing" everyone in any case. So if ever there actually was an apocalips, I would still not be willing or able to the the "rush on out and join the fun --- one big happy family" thing like more-jovial/confident folks could. I HAVE NO PENT-UP "COPIOUS AFFECTION-LAVISHING" URGES TO BEGIN WITH, and so having my inhibitions withdrawn wouldn't significantly "do anything for me" in that regard.
Rush, Roger and Rupert, the 3 people perhaps most responsible for ushering in the unmitigated climate disaster, hate-spewed, misinformed discourse and the post-truth world.
The world would be a much better place if not for the three horsemen of the apocalypse.
Someone who knows it's all going to shit, but still thinks it will turn out OK
"It" most commonly refers to the environment, or humanity, but could be other things as well.
Guy 1: "The envrionment is being degraded at an unparalled rate, we're literally destroying ourselves... but, it'll probably turn out OK. If we fail, the planet will likely heal itself in our abscence."
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*