A shit hole, full of children forced to suffer for a teachers perversions, Where filthy heteros roam the halls.Where we aren't told anything is happening until the literal last minute. Where the school was actually BETTER when everyone was in a parking lot.Where we have two forms of A's, but you can only get B's, which are highly frowned upon. Ipoly, where the competition slowly forces everyone to hate everyone else in their grade by senior year. Where kids throw oranges at teachers and are surprised at being suspended over it.
A sad modern affliction affecting anyone owning any technological object with an "apple" logo upon it. This illness leads to sufferers swinging from a "high" due to owning the aforesaid technological grail and being uniquely cool like all the other ithingummy owners, to a crushing depressive "low" when the person realizes they have paid a king's ransom for some hyped-up, over-marketed techno bauble and enhances their personality like toe jam does for foot hygiene.
Dude: Fuck what's with Nathan? He was all over me 10 minutes ago, showing off his new toy and that fucking app that tells you where all the manhole covers in your neighbourhood are located! And now, he's just snivelling in the corner, beating himself around the head with that ithing.
Dudess: Oh man, he's just suffering from ipolar disorder. If you want to really send him over the edge tell him Steve Jobs sucks balls for quarters.
When on Facebook for example, one may ask the other if they are on there ipod. The phrase "You Ipodling?" would be alot quicker and shorter than saying "Are you on your ipod?"