A nametag massage is what happens when someone has a nametag clipped near there privates and they sit down. It rubbed against the genitals causing excitement.
Renise: God i'm so tired. I'm going to sit down. AHHHH!
Gail: What happened?!
Renise: Oh, it was just a nametag massage
Pretty self-explanatory. It's the use of a nametag (typically attached to a lanyard around the neck) for sexual purposes. One may try to be subtle, and move their head around in around to gain sexual gratification from the inanimate object hanging around their neck, and gently graze at their crotches. Although not intended to be, it's an act thats ALL too obvious.
Billy: Oh my goodness! What is Renise doing?!
Sally: It looks like she's having a go with her nametag!
Billy: EWWW...nametag fellatio!
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."