The slouched over, shuffling, defeated-by-life movement of a diabetes ridden glutton as they put in as little effort as possible to move from point A to point B.
Almost zombie-like in it’s sheer determination to never deviate from it’s original course.
‘Where’sMatt?’
‘He left his desk 20 minutes ago, I saw him heading into the toilets, I’d recognise that Monotone Walk anywhere’
A narcissist or sociopath when their mask is cracked or they are at home, out of the public eye and not show boating their false persona. It is at these times when they are not in public view that they let down their guard, are devoid of ANY emotion and their voice becomes monotone. They are referred to as meatbags to highlight their lack of human traits. Without a conscience (super ego) and unable to experience empathy, they are incomplete people who are monotone meat bags devoid of anything human.
At the party Fred was charming, engaging and delightful to the guests.
After the party, Fred returned to his home with his family and reassumed his position of monotone meat bag. He locked himself in his bedroom with his devices after leaving the young toddlers and their bags at the door with the mother. He did not bother to grumble goodnight before tucking into a selection of pornography and video games on his ipad. He locked his door and ignored the children's bedtime routine. The charming prince at the party was only an illusion. His monotone meat bag self resurfaced the moment he was out of public view and surrounded by family in his home.
Usually sighted driving a Cutlass - sporting a mullet, Ski-Doo or Yamaha jacket, tight jeans, and shit-kickers. Monktonites are slow, dim-witted, greasy, and blue-collar.
All Monktonites guzzle cheap Canadian beer, smoke cigarettes, and love to "wrassle."
That f*cking drunk Monktonite threw me on the fire at Tom's bush party the other night.
the art of putting an audience to sleep with incorrect use of a presentation.
features usually include - but are not limited to - having no personality to speak of, reading off the slides, packing slides with too much meaningless data and not actually getting anything across.
whoa - where am i? dave's powerpoint monotonics put me right to sleep!
aw, man - if i'd known it was going to be a marathon of powerpoint monotonics i would've stayed at home and looked all that shit up on the internet.
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*