An amazing sweden counter-strike player, probably one of the top players today. His names also go by iZnogouD or f0restwOw~ and is part of team fnatic.
A male cat with a flame colored pelt and green eyes; a former leader of ThunderClan. He was born a kittypet, but Bluestar allowed him to join the forest cats. After Bluestar's death, Fireheart became the leader, and was given the name Firestar. He and Sandstorm became mates and had two kits, Leafpool and Squirrelflight. His best friend was Graystripe.
“Fire will save the Clan...you never understood, did you? Not even when I gave you your apprentice name, Firepaw. And I doubted it myself, when fire raged through our camp. Yet I see the truth now. Fireheart, you are the fire who will save ThunderClan. You will be a great leader. One of the greatest the forest has ever known. You will have the warmth of fire to protect your Clan and the fierceness of fire to defend it. You will be Firestar, the light of ThunderClan."
The art of male grooming of the 'forest' area. Although mainly by posh gentlemen, can sometimes apply to a 'lady' with quite a forest patch which needs to be 'deknotted' or tidied up.
I say old chap. One simply cannot make lunchtoday. One has a man coming round to help me with my Urban Forestry
When you have to take a shit so bad that you move anything out of the way and run like Forest Gump being chased. Then when you finaly reach the crapper you feel the same relief as Forest did when his braces broke away!
A Twenty One Pilots fanfiction story originally published on Archive Of Our Own. It is based on the song "Forest" by Twenty One Pilots (a pretty great song used for a trauma inducing story). This is a work of Joshler fanfiction (Joshler being the pairing of Josh Dun and Tyler Joseph). It is pretty well written but is known to be cringey due to the sexual scene in the story. It also has an impact on Twenty One Pilots fangirls because of its tragic ending.
Some phrases used to hint the Forest Fic are:
1. T-E-R-R-I-F-I-E-D
2. It's all blue and black 3. Treehouse on fire
4. Tyler, Josh isn't real.
Jess: Do you know what the Forest Fic is?
Kate: WE MUSTNEVER SPEAK OF IT
A place where you bring you and your idiotic friends to supposedly hope to find a ghost when the name itself is called the suicide forest and act shock on camera when you see a dead body and add the suicide hotline number to act like he is helping even though he showed his 9 year old fan base a dead body
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."
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*