Two individuals (usually two chicks or bf/gf) who have complete disregard for the high probability of skin cancer or changing of seasons. They are so addicted to tanning that they will risk being the only jackasses who obtain a golden tan.. in December... in Ohio.
Anna, " Wow Bif and Tif i really like how your golden delicious tan sets off your Christmas sweater."
Melanoma Twins,"Thanks we thought so!"
Anna, "You do realize its fine to NOT have a tan when its snowing, i mean its kinda bad for you and you guys look like my coffee table, it's a bit much."
Melanoma Twins " Thanks! Were totally hot!"
Chris: But dad, I heard if you use one of these things you can get something called 'melanoma'
Peter: Ah, dont worry about it, thats just fancy talk for sexified
The dreamscape reality consisting of an inescapable, horrific malignancy, certain death and the everything in between.
HO-LEE-SHIT bro! I woke up last nite sweating thru the sheets and scared as fuck because some nightmare doctor just old me I had an incurable, advanced cancer with only weeks to live.
Yeah. melanoma dreams pretty much suck.
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*