A FarmVille Alarm is the mental timer inside your head which invariably causes you to drop whatever you are doing and run to your computer so that you can harvest your latest batch of crops. This reaction is completely compulsory and beyond voluntary control.
Minister: Do you take this woman to be your lawfully wedded wife.
Me: Do you hear that? It's my FarmVille alarm. Gotta find some wifi before my shit wilts!
Put it like this - You have been given the gift of a human life. You exist as the most civilized and intelligent species known to man. You have the ability to conquer world wonders, discover breathtaking history and knowledge to amaze the world, secure a job with a 6 - figure salary, and you even have the ability to travel space if you work hard enough.
... But instead, you sit at your computer, harvesting virtual crops on a non-existent farm.
A person on Facebook who sends you a friend request for the sole purpose of expanding their farm on Farmville. Farmville is a social networking game on Facebook that is absolutely annoying. People who play it are constantly messing up your wall with all sorts of bullshit about how they need you to come over and help on your farm. Which you could give a fat rats ass about.
Hey man I saw where you are playing Farmville. Yep. Dude you are messing up my wall. Oh I am sorry but are you going to be my neighbor on Farmville? No you are nothing but a Farmville weasel.
a largely addicting game played by millions of idiots who pay real money for pixel animals on their screen......most can also be found on irc chat....if you know someone playing this game, take away their pc as they are probably just a step away from beastiality
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."