When you're zoning out and picking at your hair and you find a small ball of who-knows-what lying upon your scalp. You then proceed to take this grain-sized ball that you found in the depths of your most-likey greasy hair and squish it in between your two thumbnails-- until it flattens like a pancake. This is what true satisfaction feels like.
You, picking your head, just zoning out: Was that text I sent Joey too much or--- holy shit what is that? Oh my god, it's a cornolio. Let me just squeeze it between my thumbnails-- YES! I don't care about Joey, I now know true satisfaction. I've been a bad bitch my whole life.
/corn/oh/lee/ohs pronunciation. A very evil and hungry chicken that hogs corn and is hungren's arch nemesis. I wonder if the other chickens get to eat.
It is very easy to find a cornolios in the app chicken evolution.
Someone or something that bites your ankles.
To a postman, an ankle biter is often known as a dog.
To an adult, an ankle biter may be a toddler.
To hikers, an ankle biter is sometimes a tick.
And so on.
When a man will search for hours to find something that is laying out in the open on a table. Items are often easily found by a women.
Man: "I have been searching for hours for keys."
Woman: "You mean the ones sitting there on the coffee table?"
Man: "Where?"
Woman: "Right there in the middle of that table."
Man: "oh, must have been Male Pattern Blindness"