A careless method of grating cheese by holding the block of cheese and grater high above the food, causing it to disperse everywhere but the intended dish.
Characterised by fragments of grated cheese found everywhere around the kitchen afterwards - often accompanied by a larger, dry block of remnant cheese left out for many days after said cheese-grating incident.
Particularly common in Rootes P 2nd kitchen, and generally anywhere inhabited by a German-Italian partnership.
Dude 1: "Awww wtf Jasper, there's cheese everywhere on the table again!"
Jasper: "Sorry dude, Francesco and I made pesto pasta last night and we were hover-grating the cheese over it."
Dude 1: "Aw not again dammit."
Pit: "In Luxembourg..."
Hover-grating is the only way to truly enjoy a German-Italian dish.
To consume some type of food or medication in order to unclog a constipated keester such as coffee, prune juice or a greasey steak sandwich.
That correctol I slipped into grandpa's prune juice was just what the docta ordered for greasing the skids! Now he has skid marks that could make all the residents of Shartlesville envioius.
The distance of your radius that you will acknowledge the people you know and greet them. Greeting radii almost always depend on person. Usually, your greeting radius varies based on how much you like the person. Someone you are close friends with, will probably have a greeting radius of over 50ft. For people you don't like, it would probably be something like 10ft if it's crowded where you are.
Steve: Oh dude, I had to say hi to Kent today?
Jon: Aww, you said hi to Kunt? He probably thinks you like him now.
Steve: I know, but I kinda used to know him, plus, he got in my greeting radius
Jon: Shit, sucks for you, haha
Steve: Yeah, GOD today was a bad day