Camandermik—harmoniously known as Cam—is the most remarkable person alive. He is quite literally the life of the party. It is astonishing to see such an intelligent man living and breathing on our planet. Women and men run at him from all around, and he gets an extraordinary amount of bitches. He is the definition of a chad, the most altruistic person you will ever meet!
"Wow! Have you seen Camandermik's monkey? What a cutie."
"Cam is so cool."
"S&R will be lost without an SL like Cam!"
Unlike charizarding, charmandering is when you take a long shit that sticks to your arse, light it on fire and run around squaking like a insane parrot while slapping people round the face with it.
I would have gone to Specsavers of there wasn't a man charmandering everyone down the street
The entity of brick-shitting amazingness. It is an orange f*cking dinosaur with Fire on its tail. It can breathe fire, slash rocks to death with steel-claws and pretty much beat your shit. Do not mess with charmander. Do NOT mess with charmander.
Guy #1 - What was that?
Guy #2 - I think it was a Charmander!
Guy #1 - OH. TITS!
A present day european homonid of Neanderthal ancestory. Known for living in most of europe. Also a derogatory word for a white Male or Female. The opposite of the word "Nigger" Which is used by europeans as an English word to insult Blacks.
transitive verb: Inflected forms: car•an•der•ized, car•an•der•iz•ing, car•an•der•iz•es DEFINITIONS: 1. (originally) To smell a bicycle seat specifically. 2. (generally now, in common use) By using one's nose in very very close proximity, to detect and delight in the odor, stink or scent, and to gauge for vulgar or perverse personal pleasure, the seamy olfactory characteristics of an object, most commonly a seat, which has been in direct contact with the, clothed or unclothed, buttocks or ass of a person. Other Forms: car'an•der•i•za'tion (noun); car'an•der•iz'er (noun).
(in current use) Martin loved to caranderize the still warm seats in the movie theater as soon as possible after the audience had exited.; (originally) Willie would spend hours caranderizing at the bicycle rackoutside the library's entrance.
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 realbirthday. 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*