A Jewish douche Bag. Found in parts of New York, but generally thrive most in the arid climate of Boca Raton and other douchey areas of south and central Florida.
The kind of Jewish guy that gives all Jews a bad name. He womanizes about women he'll never have and brags about his elite financial status to anyone within earshot. He has gelled hair that borders on Guido-offensive and won't get off of his Blackberry.
Alternately: he can be the literary type. Obsessed with Phillip Roth and Woody Allen and thinks only white, straight Jewish men are worthy of awards, publications, his time, etc.
Did you hear Jeff talking about how he got his tickets free from the owner of the team? He mentioned it only eight times after talking about his 200k frequent flier miles. What a Jewchebag.
One who has surmounted such levels as Assholery, Grand Fuckerydom, and so on in such a way of varying degrees of Buttholism. A jewchebag is somewhat like a douchebag but is more concerned with monetary ideals than the douche.
Can be abreviated to the more sized-down jewche.
N00B-"ZOMG you can't even spend, like, a hundred bucks on our Galaga Reunites tour tickets???"
Goyim-*sheeeennnnnhaaa* "No way dood, I have to deposit ALL my money to the Bank of Moses!"
N00B-"...You are such a jewchebag!!!1!one!!"
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."