A person whose area of expertise is none other than the numerous strains of marijuana that make life great. These people will almost always be breaking up, rolling, and smoking marijuana, without ever letting the nugs leave their sight. Also, chronoisseurs can always and most definitely identify strains of marijuana, decide whose blunt is more nicely rolled, and tell you why glass is better than paper. Do not contest a chronoisseur.
Stoned Kid- "Hey man I got this bag of bangins so im gonna roll this blunt. Lemme get that dutch man."
Chronoisseur- " Sorry brother, but we willrip that dimo of danks out of Walker Texas Chamber and then I shall twist this shit up strawberry style."
One with an adept knowledge of cannabis and a propensity for stoner culture, who carries particular expertise in the taste and potency of cannabis, usually in its smokable form. Rooted from the word ‘chronic’ which refers to potent cannabis, and of course the word for an expert or judge in matters of taste, a ‘connoisseur’, a chronoisseur is likely to be able to ascertain the potency of a cannabis specimen based on appearance and smell alone. Chronoisseurs can often develop a certain stinginess or sense of superiority in the cannabis they smoke, though many chronoisseurs simply allow their skill set to enhance theirs and others’ cannabis experiences without being cunty about it.
“How do you know the weed’s any good?”
“Cuz I got it from Nadia, man. She’s a chronoisseur.”
“What?”
“Nadia knows fine grass like Heffner knows fine ass.”
“You must be stoned if you think I’m smoking that garbage.”
“Why’re you such a snob about weed man? Pot is pot.”
“Snob? I prefer the term chronoisseur. There’s nothing wrong with appreciating the finer things in life.”
“Yeah but there’s something wrong with acting like a cunt when someone offers you weed.”
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*