But man, my parents are starting to really tick me off. I swear to God one of these days I'm just going to yell directly in their face, I won't care if they cry even. I mean I'm in fucking fourth year and yet still tired from school come home lay on the couch and, no can't play games on any days except Wednesday and the weekend, cause games are BAD THINGS in their eyes. Anyways I come home to day and then head out to go pick up some pens for inking a little project and then I forgot about my Geography project so quickly did that in two hours... then my Dad comes home and instantly it's "Why are there dishes in the sink!" not "Hello son, how was your day?
I swear and what pisses me off even more is how they think we just laze around and play video games when we get home. They're so... just... ARGH! Sometimes I just want to scream at them just two little words: "FUCK YOU!"
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*