type A. When you take a shit in a porta potty and you splash some blue water on your butt hole.
Type B. When you eat too many homeless peoples asses and their gangrene morphs into gang blue and your butt falls off and the Polynesian people roast your blue butt at a luau
A member of a clueless freshwater species known as the river kayaker who ventures out of his element and into the lineup thinking he or she can actually surf, with no concern for the hazard posed to real surfers by a huge uncontrollable boat and paddle. Obviously afraid of salt water, as indicated by presence of nose plug, helmet, and life vest.
"Hey, bra, what's up with that buttsurfer crowdin' the lineup? If he likes sitting on his ass so much, shouldn't he stay in his cubicle?"
"Dude, I know, he totally ran me over when he got caught inside on that big set!"
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."