A document distributed by Clear Channel communications to their radio stations following the 9/11 attacks, giving a list of songs that should not be played due to "questionable lyrics". Songs included were "Bodies" by Drowning Pool, "The End" by The Doors, "Rooster" by Alice in Chains, and the entire catalouge of songs by Rage Against the Machine. The list was really more a way for Clear Channel to continue pirating the airwaves by using a horrible tragedy as an excuse to not play songs they don't like. Unsuprisingly Clear Channel denied such a memo existed.
Listener: Yea I'd like to request "Brain Stew" by Green Day.
Radio DJ: Sorry but due to the Clear Channel Memorandum which doesn't exist we can't play that one. How about some nice, clean disco?
Listener: Goodbye forever (hangs up and goes to record stores and the internet for new music from now on)
memorandum is when you strike the judge in the face with your left shoe during a court session. you then hop up to the nearest table claiming you had a short written statement outlining the terms of an agreement, transaction, or contract. when the marshall runs over to restrain you, you whip out your genitalia and call the marshall mr peepers. then begin to masterbate onto the marshall, while screaming old songs like "my console by Eiffel 65" when the judge regains conscience you strike him/her again with your junk and call it a night....if the marshall calls you the next night.. then the memorandum has been completed.
did you hear? mike finally got his memorandum this weekend at small claims..
"yea... good for him"
When a ranking (atleast in their eyes) colleague identifies key areas of policy, procedure, nomenclature or other corporate issue.
The letter is almost exclusive sent by e-mail nowadays, but used to be typed and distributed in hard copy. It is meant to provide clarity of the rules, but also to publicly indemnify current and futures violators or said policy, procedure or nomenclature.
Like invoking Miranda Rights upon criminal suspects, the memorandizer hopes to strike fear and compliance into the hearts of would be dissenters and reinforce corporate subordinations.
The new IT Director cruized in just memorandized the shit out of the whole fucking company. Bitch must have sent 10 separate e-mails!
A meomosaurus is either an in your face freaking crazy person who is obsessed with memes ad nauseum. Or a more friendlier description involves a quirky meme obsessed person who you can forgive for been obnoxiousnessly meme obsessed because theyre really hot and of the preferred sex.
Dam that lady sure is cute, shame shes such a creampuffin memosaurus!
A person of usually Kurdish origin. As the name suggests this man will know a meme for every given situation you might run into during a whole. He is often referred to as memecan which also indicates the skill in regards to memes. Founder of the meme religion in which he also spend most of his time practicing.
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."