“Do you know what day today is?”
“September something?”
“Close. September 17.”
“Cool.”
“And you know what September 17 is?”
“What is it?”
“International NYC Day. Get it?”
“No.”
“9/17. Like the area code 917.”
“Beautiful!”
The Irish International School, is considered one of the most important private schools in Mexico. Only the richest in Mexico are accepted to go on to study there. It is widely recognized for its outstanding and hard working students. The students spend their whole weekends at Faces Club in which they study all night long. Irish has helped form many of their past students into great persons which are now CEO's in very big companies.
Girl 1: Who are you?
Boy: What do you mean who I am? I am not only sexy, I am also from the Irish International School.
Girl 2: Ohh, watch out. They are only good boys over there.
Boy: Do you girls want to go to Faces?
The small cult-like group of students who are involved in the International Baccalaureate program. Laugh at the bags under their eyes and insane amount of homework now, but your sorry ass will be working for one of these guys in the near future. The near future for an IB kid is not so near, though. Having several hours worth of homework doesn't exactly make the time fly. Because of this, they have extensive knowledge about useless topics, for example :Hippopotomonstrosesquippedaliophobia is the fear of long words. If you are currently an IB student, you would laugh at the irony of such a fact. Then youd quickly realize how this program made you lose your marbles. But you probably never had any if you willingly signed up for IB in the first place.
the international Baccalaureate kids would kill themselves, but they just dont have the time.
A camouflage vietnamese school that sucking (took) its budget from the british international school. Many children here suffers from heightism and debts.
Jun: You know what's worse than capitalism?
Tom: what
Jun: british vietnamese international school!
Tom: Damn straight
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*