b.) A term used to describe a woman obsessed with Christian iconography, who tries to hard to be edgy and cool.
"Did you hear? Adam got kicked out when he came out to his mom"
"Oh wow, I didn't realize his mom was a Laura Neal"
"I'm writing a screenplay and it's groundbreaking"
"Nice! What's it about?"
"MILF going through a lesbian phase, who gets baptized in the filthy water of Thames."
"That's so Laura Neal of you!"
Noun:
Laura Harbin-Waters, aka “ the chopper “.
A helicopter style landlord that will hover around the building she owns, but doesn’t occupy.
She will make multiple daily visits to the building where she is lord of the land. Goddess of the servants ( tenants ) that she allows to pay her for the high privilege of living under her roof.
Tenants rights be damned if she wants to come into your apartment. It is her building and if you don’t comply with her frequent demands for entry with 12 hours notice, she will have her royal attorney, Rosemary Healy send a strongly worded letter as a warning that you must comply, or else.
I got home at 6pm and found evidence that Laura Harbin-Waters was here again today. She left a note saying a locksmith will be in the building to change all the locks in the morning for the safety of the tenants and security of the building, and then left the doors unlocked when she choppered off, up up and away.
A helicopter style landlord that hovers around the property she owns but does not herself occupy.
Everyday there will be signs of her presence, such as notes left for tenents/caretakers, unlocked doors, missing alcohol, and hideous new decor.
She demands respect…being lord and goddess of the land and all.
You are not a tenant, but a caretaker who pays to occupy the space.
Tenants rights be damned if she wants ( not needs ) to come in.
Laura Harbin-Waters put a 24 hour notice on my door at 12:01 pm to let me know she will be coming in at 12 pm. I told her “No, Laura. I work from 8 to 4:30 every single day.” but she declared “ I am the lord of the land, you have to let me in or else I will sick my discount lawyer, Rose Mary Healy on you faster than you can say ….uuuuhmmm”
Girls who are actually angels. Laurachys look just like us. They had lost their wings for too long and forgot who they are.
Some of us still possess the ability to recognize them. Legend has it that whenever these people see a Laurachy, they see rainbows and butterflies appear in the sky and their pupils dilate to the extend that they begin to see infrared and ultraviolet rays.
Lililolo: "Hey Laurachy, you have beautifulwings..."
Laurachy: "What the hell are you talking about?"
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*