A small god-fearing town situated around 13 miles from Dundee. Famous for smelling like dead chicken anus from the nearby chicken factory and also for being home to east scotlands most notorius serial-killer/cat-burgalar - 'Ray Hepburn'
A shitehole created when God took a massive shite 13 miles from Scumdee. It stinks of chicken shit from the chicken factory which is run by foreigners as all the native Coupar Anguspeople are pissed on buckfast and cheap drugs. Which can be found in the Premier corner shop. It also sells fake airpods which are just normal. earphones with the wire cut off. All native residents are either NEDs or CHAVS In short avoid this town.
When your paranoia that might or might not have already exited has gone from 1 to 100 due to COV19/Coronavirus and covidiots who are our before it’s safe. And the fact that this looks like a never ending story and with no light at the end of the tunnel makes you wonder what life is and who you are. Time for some mental health. Also stop reading/watching the news.
Yo I’m definitely covparanoid! The masks, the gloves, the covidiots.. not helping. This Covparanoia is real yo!
Eeyyyy I need to re-read uncle Charla’s books to get some mental health!
A 30+ year old female of the Carbondale Area noted for overly tanned skin, whose recently crumbled long-term relationship has caused extreme whorish behavior, including banging their employees, getting people they have banged jobs with them, and generally acting like a typical bar fly slut. They also have an insatiable craving for Carbondale Clam Chowder.
Dude 1: "Yo, did you see how slutty Sally's dressed today?"
Dude 2: "Yeah, I mean, what the fuck is her deal anymore? She totally went fuck-crazy after she got power-dumped by that crack dealer she was shacked up with."
Dude 1: "Oh hell yeah. I'm gonna take her out for a drink after work. I'm gonna give that Carbondale Cougar the old Scranton Snowplow."
The intense desire or need for the predator known as "cougar". This disease usually occurs in young adults from the age of 18-30. The desire can range from ugly Cougars to fierce Cougars.
John has Coupredasism bad. I saw him with Stacy's mom making out.
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*