A game developed from being very bored... Involves throwing random objects at each other (pillows, balls, bottle caps, etc.) shouting hadouken everytime a projectile is launched...
Person 1: Dude, There's no one at the skate park, and I don't feel like skating... I'm bored as fuck!
Person2: Ok, I know how to settle this... Hadouken war!
Person1: Wtf is a hadou...
Person2: *picks up random cigarette box and throw it* HADOUKEN!!!!!!!!
For people who play Street fighter allot, Know that Ryu is Spammer 1st class. With his Hadouken hitting hard and multiple times in a row. just like throwing up after 20 beers.
1. To throw up really bad multiple times for a longer period.
2. Blow to the stomach that sends the victim flying.
3. To hit the stomach area hard enough to let the victim puke.
"owww..."
"what's wrong Charlie?"
"man I had Stomach Hadouken all night"
"you shouldn't have drunken all those beers last night then"
"what are you? a smart ass? Stomach Hadouken!
"why Charlie?!*lands 3 feet further then pukes*"
A scrub playing street fighter (More than likely a projectile user like ryu or ken) who will stand at the edge of the screen and spam hadoukens until they win.
Person 1: "Yes! I almost got him! Just a few more hits..."
Person 2: "Screw that!" *Jumps to the edge of the screen* Hadouken!...Hadouken!...Hadouken!
A Manifestation of ones ki, In this case in a fireball-like form. Exhibited in the street fighter series by characters such as ken,ryu,sakura,akuma,dan(to a lesser extent) and so on. In the true street fighter canon,it is said that the temperature can be anywhere from a "cold bath" "to a hot bath" in which the heat of the hadouken plays a small part in the damage aspect. it is the actual force of the energy that does that damage. So it feels like a "super hard punch".
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."