A dance that the emo subculture tells us that it doesn't exsist, but in the depths of the society there is a dance that consists of one bleeding around a hat while listening to any type of screamo-emo music. the hat can be substituted for a puddle of blood, or in rare cases dead babies.
girl: "are you going to the dance?"
emokid: "only if they are playing Hawthorne Heights, the only dance that i know is the emocan dance...forget i said that because it doesn't exist."
The Emosaurus is a large orange dinosaur, with razor sharp metallic teeth. The Emosaurus spends its time roaming the world looking for Emo kids to eat for breakfast.
With its keen sense of smell, and ultra-sensitive Emo-detection hearing, It is quickly attracted to the smell of slitted wrists, and the sound of Simple Planmusic.
The best way to avoid the Emosaurus is too stop living in the "Black Abyss." If you enjoy simple plan music, keep it low so that the Emosaurus understands you are not trying to make everyone else suffer.
-The Emosaurus ate the Emo kid for breakfast -The Emosaurus makes the world a better place
-Go play with the Emosaur
A ironic playground for emo kids/teens, where the poor unfortunate tortured souls can set thier fears in motion. A intense place where everyone with depressed thoughts linger at one point and time.
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."