White lotus grease residue on the sides of ones groin and nutbag. It smells like rotten cheese to the nose. Take a fuckin shower NOW! Before you ever decide again to fuck a chick or stroke your Johnson....!
Mr. Cooockmeat had mad smells today in class. His cratch must be full of ballcheese!
Ballcheese is a natural ingredient in the human sack of a man. It’s a very ripe and deadly smell. Depending on how bad you have it, it could wipe out a whole generation! You can not wash the stank away!
Damn! Mike’s got tons of mad ballcheese! I may just throw up if he doesn’t wash his balls!!!!
A meaningless, unimpressive, self-serving introduction. An indicator that the story about to be shared will be pointless and dumb.
Back when I lived in upstate new york, I also had to park on the street - on two occasions, we got enough snow, mixed with just the right plowing, that my car was lifted off the ground from so much snow being jammed underneath it.
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."