A highly self-confident tradesperson with minimal aptitude whose work product is consistently low-quality and short-lived. (See ‘Dunning Kruger Effect’’).
The plumber I hired is a real bipperman — he used Scotch tape to repair this leaking sewage pipe!
The theory that the aftereffect of prolonged time spent in the presence of an associate, leads to a higher chance of developing a romantic interest in them. The affection could be mutual or one-sided.
Unsubstantiated studies show that this phenomenon also presents itself when an individual's thoughts are consistently filled with any type of reference to the opposite party.
Guy 1: Dude, I think I love this chick.
Guy 2: Could just be the Bierman phenomenon. Spend some time away from her. Think about something else. The feelings will probably go away.
A nickname for that guy who is always checking his zipper to make sure it is zipped up.
That poor Zipperman, I’ve seen him compulsively checking his zipper, maybe upward of 100 times a day; some nightmare incident must be consuming his head!
1. An extremely pessimistic person who constantly complains about a problem but does nothing to fix it.
2. Somebody who spends most of their time dicking around on message boards or possibly on urbandictionary.com complaining about all the crappy things in their life.
3. A hilarious comic strip in MAD Magazine about this really pessimistic guy who makes everybody around him miserable.
Emo dude: I'm gonna go online and complain about how much my life sucks because my grades are crappy and I hate my parents and I have no friends!
Regular dude: Get off your ass and do something about it then, bitterman.
A man who has evolved beyond the need for some woman to validate his existence and has a desire for the finer things in life, such as self reliance, marijuana or fine Jamaican rum.
Tom: Chase! Dude, I asked her to marry me and she said yes!
Chase: Yeah, alright. *starts packing a bong*
Tom: Dude, what the heck? I just told you she said yes!
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Chase: Yeah, I heard you. Good job on finding a parasite for your weed and freedom.
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."